We have lost the same thing, the two of us

Yet only I am bitter

Falling leaves reflect the innermost feelings of the beholder

They may show promise of a new season

Chances for happiness

That's what he sees in the autumn foliage

I watch the refuse of the halcyon times fall to their ends

Adornments once cherished for their colors

Now rusted and crumbling under boots

Disintegrating into dirt and dust

We have lost the same thing, the two of us

But he does not despair

Not like me

Soul darkened with the bleakness of sorrow

No, he sees hope

Hope, even for me