In autumn, I shall love the autumn itself,
Hold its abundance deep within my heart,
And even love the winds that come and go.
In autumn, I shall be steeped in longing for you,
You, who have journeyed with me through the long years—
In this season, your image rises ever clearer.
In the richness of autumn fields, there dwells longing too,
The footprints you left behind, ah, they are your love.
In the shadow of moonlight, I shall cradle and keep you close.
In this autumn, when thoughts return to the one I miss.
