It is the autumn of our love
Its white roses shall never wither
Neither separation nor death
Shall do you apart from me
...
Yellowed leaves fall down first
When autumn shows up
Separation's wound pierces through
Separation dies, when love does
Oh, my soul perishes
If the heart does not turn toward [him]
Do not cry, the heart burns
If it does not bestow upon the beloved.
(Actually, the last two lines kind of did not make sense, for me.
If anyone understands these lines, please, feel free to correct me any time!)
- Racism is not far, it is in everybody's nature. Detect thy fears, thy prejudices, and live in unison with these fears and every being that does not harm thee.