Autumn

Where does this yellow light go ?
It's not shining, it doesn't shine
it illuminates, no it doesn't shine

Seconds ago i see the yellow line
it doesn't warm me,
i won't chase that sun
as the Matahari leaves
the yellow line will carry none

we who seek the perfect warmth
between a summer's cold night
and the winter's sunlight
can find no answer, but
in the autumn's dull evening sight