Autumn of seventeen

Feelings of final summer rains,

Painting willow leaves yellow and pale,

The swiftly rippling autumn air,

Washing my valley,

The hues of Autumn.

Early dawn, i hear the beating droplets,

Never filling the gutter drains,

Until it last downpour.

Oh lord Queen!

I have something to tell you,

I will scroll down all that occupies in my heart,

Oh lord Queen, will you listen to me?

Oh lord Queen, your spring has made me mad.

Oh lord Queen,  Autumn is in air now.

I dont wanna listen to cruel Autumn of seventeen.

The hues of autumn '17.

Oh lord Queen, will wait for in winter then.