"The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold"
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold"
Jacques Prévert
... that was a sunny autumn day ...
the sun played in radiant leaves
the air was saturated with the scent of ripening
... it was easy and a bit sad ...
