Above me is autumn sadness and every leaf is a sigh. Now I need your hand, but they will not, and I will invent you. You will be my sunny waterfall. I will become the droplet in you - I'll fall down, we'll hit again ... The rainbow will be reflected in me. This will be my swirling dance. Accompanied by your thunderous jerk, the leaves will be laughing like laughter. And there will be a song in the branches.