Amorist's life
Wish I could live the aureate moment,
When we didn't feel the pressure of time,
When I could feel every unrivalled moment,
When we saw the stars waltzing out in the night sky
When we were young, and you were mine,
Your face softly fades from the grip of my memories
Last time I saw you, the asters were susurrating your leave
For the last time, for the final time,
Your frivolous self, standing in that meager hall,
O had I known it was our last sweet autumn fall!
(Wish I could stop living in an amorist's fall)