When the leaves are drooping, the <br>wind wakes up from sleep, holding up its light dream <br>. The stones beside the road are dull like old people <br>and we are a bunch of urchins.
Leaves also have low-hanging times<br>The wind woke up and lifted its light dream<br>The stones on the side of the road drowsy like old people<br>And we are a bunch of naughty children
There are also times when leaves droop<br>The wind wakes up and holds up its light dream<br>The stones beside the road are as dim as an old man<br>And we are a bunch of urchins<br>