When the fall season comes to thee
Never curse your exonerative destiny
Though the falling flowers suffer and die
But their beauty long lasts and don’t say bye
People crush the falling flowers under their feet
Even then they offer their scent and greet
Flowers fall off just from a fertile tree
A barren tree just gives thorns to see
A prolific life is a worthy of celebration
For it is a priceless present to a nation
Welcome the fall season of your life
With the best of harmony and no strife
