<>a piece of leaf</P>
<>a piece of leaf<BR>thin and sick<BR>so hot the night<BR>so dim the eyes<BR>i am a lonely digger for Love<BR>with original and fresh organs<BR>in all cavities</P>
<>a piece of leaf<BR>still and mute<BR>so down the mood<BR>so empty the world<BR>fingers slip from the dreams<BR>i am a blue singer for Truth<BR>with gloomy and weary voice<BR>from the depth</P>
<>a piece of leaf<BR>humble and tiny<BR>the blooming youth <BR>will wither sooner or later<BR>when i wander along the country road<BR>when i stagger across the steel bridge<BR>i miss the dismissed band Beyond so much</P>
<>dust blowed by wind<BR>will dilute the past trails<BR>but i have to tread on the path <BR>covered by falling leaves<BR>through the coming and lasting winter</P>
<>when a piece of leaf <BR>departs from the intimate branch<BR>whether there is a short song <BR>for its ever simple green</P>