One day on theoutskirts of the town,
an unknown invitation card was found in the mailbox.
Mnn...It filled me with nostalgia,
It smelled like a sweet withered leaf,
and rustled with an autumnal sound...;
Then suddenly the invitation ushered in the wind;
" Welcome to the Autumn Journey!"
" Wait, where are you going!?"
It gyrated around and around,
Fluttered in the cool breeze like a butterfly in the out of season.
"Hurry up, here" said the invitation.
While chasing after it,
The landscape miraculously changed.
Sycamore trees, Chestnut trees,
and Maidenhair trees,
Elicited colors of the mountains ranges and
woods moving and swaying.
From summer to autumn, from green to red,
A cheerful medley of limitless color.
It reminded me of the things
I had forgotten a long time ago; such as
How to find a good acorn, or
How to peel a chestnut bur.
While playing Hide-and-Seek in the country side,
Terraced fields changed its lively colors.
"Are Are we tired yet?"
"Not yet, Boy."
"But I am tired."
"Very soon, Boy."
Then I came to again recall such things as
How to play the grass harp, or
How to ring the bell of berries.
It was the time you never needed the company of conventional musical instruments.
When I am beat and could no longer move,
I found the table of autumn feasts
ornamented with beautiful leaves waiting for us.
Among the chorus of fallen leaves on the ground,
I heard the voice of my own childhood.
"Hey, I missed you, How is everything ?"
"Are you me?"
"Yes, I am you, and YOU are me."
At the Next moment I was standing alone
in the middle of woods in silence...
...By the way, where is that invitation?