Summer sleeps lazyly in the sunset
When Autumn takes the lead slowly
The clouds creep sadly in a grey velvet
And the thrush sings low and lonely

I hear rustle ot death in the bare forest
And the sound of the wailing dying wind
I see motion upon the lake.the deepest
A dismal sonata that life is going to sing

A hazy mind was beholding that show of emptiness
In a state of despair and ''gone are the happy days''
when the  swallow breaks the time in broad loneliness
and the lake takes its image in the sunset rays

The life of Autumn means '' FALL'' and sadness
When you live your last days in the month of October
Melancholia.dullness.loss and more madness
If you.no more want to live.i think.it's now or never