Who thought that a day could turn this gray?
How the beauty of a landscape could wither like a flower,
How the freshness of fine air passing through my hair became sharp and heavy.
How in autumn I changed everything, my thinking and my feeling,
I saw the change in nature and I saw the change in me,
I saw the gray sky obscure all the beauty of the world before me,
What could you expect from a gray day?
Waters that typically look clear and blue now look gray.
I felt that the clouds were sad, since their
White color was disappearing.
Small beams of light entered between some clouds,
I thought they could be the signal that I needed to be happy,
But those rays of light vanished,
And likewise, so did the little happiness that was in my day.