The Fallen Leaves The 2nd Poem

The last night, late fall, I's intoxicated by the pretty colored leaves.
But the today-morn. I can see again that the fallen leaves're rolling.
In the mist, on the tree at the park, a dove chirps and grieves
The last night, late fall, I's intoxicated by the pretty colored leaves.
Easily the life wilts. Then your achievements! Why are you so boasting?
The world'll be covered equally white, when it'll be snowing.
The last night, late fall, I's intoxicated by the pretty colored leaves.
But the today-morn. I can see again that the fallen leaves're rolling.
(Triolet. Nov.,10th 2023, Kinsley Lee)