When summer comes to an end
And silent fog grips with a white hand
He helps nature to turn it around.
But the sun still shines light
With difficulty through thick haze
And beam by beam breaks into beauty
People gain favor.
Yet the mood of the people does not come to an end
When nature disappears in the haze
Because even some autumn wind blows
The white clouds are gone and the way is found.
And sadness slowly settles down
On the spirit and the human mind
Until the warming sun rains in spring
And then nature blooms again.