The age of love is unpredictable,
Unknown , unmeet, unmarked, unreasoned,
One doesnt know wholl fall a victim,
One doesnt know love likes to prison.
The ash resists the autumn leaf-fall,
It thinks too much of youth and beauty,
But time goes on, the tree must leave all,
To sleep in winter is its duty.
The world of dreams keeps for the future,
Severe cold is unimportant,
Winds whispers are reserved but fluty:
Dont be deceived by love in autumn