Moon is peaking from curtain of leaves,
Tryna hide but the flowing mirror holds its gleam,
The soft rustle is still ringing inside my heart,
Even though I crossed the autumn long ago.

Those stars no more highlighting my scattered words of sky,
The path was dry then why my footprints so vivid there even now?
Or its the drops my eyes left so that I don't get lost walking back,
But nah...