My night has ended,
on this Autumn morning
my night has ended.
O flute, who can I leave you with
my night has ended.
A sound rang in your chest
announcing the parting.
so many seasons,mornings
have gone by,
now my night has ended.
The words that remained secret
in my heart,
you stole them in your songs.
That time has ended
like the stars at night.
It is time to end this journey
like the withered flowers.
My night has ended ,
on this Autumn morning!
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