It is September now,
The moment just before bidding farewell to the sun-drenched days that embrace the sky;
Perhaps it is the sight of even the most majestic trees weeping with sorrow—
How much it tells us, oh, how much…
Like longing for the summer heat that once stifled us
As it gives way to winter;
Like the loves we failed to cherish while we had them;
Like you,
Like me,
Like us.
Our love, a shedding of leaves—a September breeze.
Once warm as love itself,
Now chilled by the untimely wind of parting.
Then, suddenly, the rain falls—
Like the tears I cannot hold back;
And the trees turn shades of gold—
Like my heart, tinged with melancholy.
How much September tells us, oh, how much…
Like me,
Like you,
Like us.
Our love, a shedding of leaves—a September breeze.
