Soil had asked, falling from the cast, From the happy leaf (smiling at you) When do people call upon this state of yours, "what is the autumn that has fallen upon you?" someone asks, "are you the last moment of your life?" or is your death?" In spite of all this, you will kind of disappear into the soil. Then that happy leaf smiled ans it You see it only as an end, but I can see it; it 's an opportunity for me to bring new tender leaves to the branch. And as far as I exist, they will ask. It 's a lovely greenish tree, its shade and cool breeze. conversation
