dead leaves; taegi

《As if every autumn leaf has fallen, as if everything that seemed eternal is going further away.
You're my fifth season, because even if I try to see you, I can't.
Look, to me, you're still green.
Even if our hearts aren't walking, it walks by itself.
Our foolishness, like laundry, is being hung piece by piece, only the bright memories are dirty, it falls on me.
Even if I don't shake my branch, it keeps falling.
That's right, in order to raise my love, it falls.
Even if we're close, my two eyes become further.》

Taegi.
Capitoli brevi.