Where there is autumn, there is fun in the trees

There is response, there is affluence.

Not like humans, the ability to break apart

Not near the trees

Autumn comes to take old age

Dried stalks, dead leaves, peel of peacock

These.

Winter breaks down the door and brings green breath.

Unlike human beings, good luck in bile is simple

Screaming red cries like a child all around

Wherever there is autumn, there is humor in the trees.