Autumn lament/song

Lovely spring, you are gone!

for never never may you remain!

Where I saw your merry blossoms

now bluster autumn's anxious stirrings.

How the wind blows so mournfully

through the bushes, as if it were weeping;

Nature's dying sighs

shudder through the decaying grove.

Again it is, how soon, how soon!

a year has vanished, lost from me.

It rushes through the woods, asking

"Has your heart found happiness?"

Murmuring woods, how wonderfully

have you affected my heart!

Every year reliably brings

Withered leaves and withered hopes.