September, come so soon?
You, who have brought along Spring and its delights. This is the month that marks remembering. Last time you were here, September, you took away my most dearest friend. And now, you have come back, with the same sunny disposition and laughing flowers, but now you have brought with you a relentless wind of nostalgia, that is sweeping me away. Here comes the longing for things that are no longer attainable, no longer tangible.
September, come so soon?
But you too, shall leave so soon. Your laughing flowers will decay;
your sunny disposition will hide away; but the nostalgia you bring?
It won't really leave, it never really did.
