Straightener

You set out on your journey without waiting for morning
When I stepped on the fallen leaves, the smell of winter reached me
In a boat, crossing the lake
The sun rises, and the surface of the water was colored cold

I saw an old guitar that had been thrown away
We got lost in the forest that day
Crossing over the country's borders in a train
By the time I'd noticed, autumn had already lost it's form

It's lost, and beautiful
All that's left afterward is sadness
Freezing

The rain turned into snow without waiting for the night
I had a dream, atop Hikusa
The composer whose talent is dead
Went off on a journey, in search of a note

It's lost, and beautiful
All that's left afterward is sadness
Freezing