（また秋の季節がめぐってきた。紅と萌黄色にあたりを染め、
最後の命を燃やしつくしてこの世に別れを告げる。そして
来年ふたたび戻ってくる。私は秋のように残った命を燃やせる
のか？何を目標に、何をたのんで余生を送るのか？
確かなのは私の命は2度とこの世に戻ることはなく、2度と
この秋を目にすることもないことである）

＊たまきはる：「命」に掛かる枕詞
＊いなんとぞする：別れをつげて去ろうとする

Each season has its charm and beauty, but autumn fills
me with deep emotion partly because I associate myself
with it-I'm growing old.
T.S. Eliot writes "I grow old...I grow old...Do I dare to eat a peach?",
but I do not know what to say. Eliot is a genius. He also had
a wife he admired and loved so much-so he wrote at least
to the public. I'm no match for him of course, but I could have
competed with him in the latter point-to have a woman I admire
and love. Anyone has the right for it and many many people on earth
have had the luck to win it. As for me, I've failed to achieve that
happiness so far and I must admit that would be one of the hardest
pursuits in my life. When I think of it (and my age), alas, I'm simply
scared-with no vision regarding my possible liasion with a woman.
Will I perish all alone, with no one to see my last moment?
Perhaps I'm too eager, too much pressed.

Thus, autumn gives me somewhat confused emotion.