Say, to the surreal November sky, I miss you,

The ginkgo knows, the cherry knows,

Every fallen leaf knows.

I miss you, under the surreal silver sky,

As time goes.

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Now tell the ever-changing seasons, I miss you,

The rabbit knows, the raccoon knows,

Each a shy passenger knows.

I miss you, in this cruel changing season,

As the wind blows.

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And my yearn extends like an endless desert,

The moon knows,

The sand knows,

The dying spring knows,

The star-lit desert, quiet and wild,

Covered with snow.

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So whisper to the upcoming winter, I miss you,

The fire knows, the fairy knows,

All the spirits of cold know.

I miss you, for the love of the upcoming winter,

As the hope holds.

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