death is a leaf, lightly falling
from a tree in early autumn
like a fugitive, I will flee this life
when my seasons change, and escape into,
I think, not less than 6.02 x 1023 new forms
death is a leaf, lightly falling
from a tree in early autumn
like a fugitive, I will flee this life
when my seasons change, and escape into,
I think, not less than 6.02 x 1023 new forms