（ 秋は野辺のすべてを紅に染め、その微妙な色の襞が
私の心を惑わす。刻々と変わる貴方の気持ちを推し量れない
私はただいたずらに物思いにふけるばかりなのだ ）

＊うつろふ：色が変わる ＊おもふべらなり：思うことである

Nature shows a completely different face at the beginning of
autumn from that of the end of the season. It still has a lingering
passion or eluding coquetry. Sometimes it's quite disturbing for
me because it reminds me of a woman who perpetually torments
me as if it's her pleasure. And I always get attracted by such
women while ignoring those who are honest and trustworthy.
How many times did I forsake good women? And how many times
did I stick to femmes fatales and shed tears of sorrow?
I'm really amazed with the depth of stupidity with which I deal with
women, only to fall into a dark barren pit.