Yearning, sorrowful heart,
searching for my lover, wandering,
and I get lost, and leaves are lost.
Where you stand alone,
there is a frosty wind
that comes and paces restlessly.
The sound of fallen leaves rolling.
O the deepening Autumn!

I left the familiar hills
and searched for you.
The voice that calls for you
echoes cleanly.
Hazy memories spread
out over the field.
Autumn piles up
on your footprints.