When I feel the dreary autumn light
I feel as if I could be corrupted
Like the ears of Japanese pampas grass, I am left to the wind
Rather than be defeated by the fall with a swoon
When I feel the cool autumn breeze
I feel that it’s okay to be broken
Like a vine of kudzu, I’ll be drenched by the rain
Rather than trying to hold on and win in the fall
When I feel the air of autumn with no where to go
I feel like I want to beg someone for help.
Like the fragrance of a fragrant osmanthus, I’ll climb over the stone wall
Rather than be ashamed and let autumn win
The autumn of victory has come
Win or lose
Winter will come again
