What you wanted to say is silence
You had told that cat everything queitly
Even when it was asleep with its head on your shoulder
You kept the words to yourself
Who perch on the windowsill was the death of autum
The death of one lover in autumn
Pick up the watercolor falls on the ginko leaf
She talked with the wind and smiled
There must be someone more gentle than you
But you once dreamed of many faces,day and night
You have to wake,she had gone,you thought she died
The gentleman in the watercolor is a hundred times more affectionate than you
You also die with autumn
In winter,you will not be cold
You are no longer afraid of snow