The wind turns noble clouds cruelly

The yellow leaves joyfully gave up their life under foots of children

And their heart gets united with smile of them

The grass was still shocked by red rose

He asked the reason of dew fur the last time

Red rose gazed to the nightingale with fire cheeks

Then she dispersed her name so loud in wind

And the mind of grass decorated her tears

Like a nock lace in depth of her heart