On his morning walk into the woods
He saw his bench 
A girl sat alone on it
Looking at nothingness.

His heart felt heavy
Taking a seat next to her
He smiles and says hello
And offers her his coffee jug

Why is autumn sad?
She says looking at the falling leaves
He looks at the leaves blowing in the wind
It is not sad

It is the most colorful season
Next to Spring Autumn is my favorite
Except for the leaves on the ground
He turns to look at her

He is alone