November

There is no time to think about costs

Of what brought hotter days of summer,

There are only ways to beware frosts

Would deliver season of Winter ...

Even I dream of snow, will there be ?

Often I hope its shows, will we meet ?

Even I dream of heat, will I see ?

Much sadness to heal, under sweet sheet.

Seething desires but low moments,

Wish to shine in an outstanding light

While all candles should make themselves bright -

A headache gives me harsh slow torments ;

In the end, what will stay is cinder

Lasting after this cooler colder

Month under cover of November ;

Lie down now to imagine better ^^

(fire)