Die young

die young

The one who once whisked on the willow bank

The lovers who had entwined and fluttered in the wind

Almost, survived

The one who shimmered on the surface of the water

Like a fish

Swimming into a sea of fish and people

The old place is revisited, the migration is always a long-cherished wish

To the part where the water has become gentle

To vacate a few old forms

Sitting in the autumn light gaze

dyed into the woods and trees

And the mountains and waters are empty and the sky is clear

He stands still and casts his reflection

The one who laughs and talks about fearlessness

The one who knows every falling leaf