It is the day named ten I set off the way of time Autumn on shore of the rain Still hesitates with his chime But horseshoes of the silent And the breath of all of the bird's mouth Talking from the misty island In nostalgic for the south And I like in the timelessness I breathe wind into the sails Our ship named windless Sailing bodies with the nails I feel like I forgot to leave The watching sky with broken face There are burning leaves on the tree And yesterdays of falling grace