Autumn Bloom

Dribbling eyes— drips down a tear,

Autumn bloom so above all

Lotus stole my dignity, I

Stood indulged with filthy bonds.

Through a point,

Across my sense, a bowl

Full of lies vomits me sick

As a dead night souls of poets,

And a wine beneath those hardships .

Naive? I

Mutter the deaths ending me,

Youth of this nation I am,

Flowered autumn bloom over me,

Rose and pint—what a shame.

Over the dead of me, my

Tears should end off,

Lotus stole my dignity, I

Stood indulged with filthy bonds.