Before I notice,
the night dawns and flows into Saturday.
On the morning when he was born,
I heard the news of the first snow.
As the colors of the calendar fade,
it passes through Scorpius.
Ten months of counting
will be forgotten.
When the flowers on the windowsill scent sweetly
and if you miss the autumn going away,
The warm winter will wrap you up again this year.
Oh,
how time flies.
In this winter,
everyone will look back over past year.
However,
those days will never return.