English
In the cool autumn breeze He comes, He comes, He ever comes. The flowers of the white creeper fall. The jasmines have all disappeared. The chrysanthemum stretches her arms, calling Him with a smile The tender rosebuds are blossoming. The ginger flower is intoxicated with life. The honey bees, full of hope, rush soaring towards the sky. The cloudless sky is speckled with smiling stars, keeping awake until He comes.
