Crimson coat, cozy boots
Through autumn, I sway
a doomed soul
from an 18th-century book
Long hair, black gloves
Beneath golden woods,
like a child, I catch leaves as they fall
The wind is blowing
The wolves are howling
Let me mourn in the house on the trees
From mass hysteria, I want to run free
Fall has arrived
No moment is better
to kiss our city goodbye
The day came when the first raindrop fell
Let its grace escort you back to the wild
To the true only origin of life
Away from the blindness of the city lights
As I lay on the ground in my hearty crimson coat
Enchanted by the beauty of the world