I am this fallen leaf in autumn
Landing on the wet ground.
To pick me up, there is no one
But so many people to crush me.

I am that tree felled by man
To warm his body and his house.
I am a king without his throne,
A philosopher who has lost his mind.

I am a poet without his pen,
Elixir of life as the only ink.
I am this dead deer on the asphalt,
This fire dead in a pile of ashes.

In fact, I am nothing at all
And it hurts me every time
I become suddenly alive,
When you’re near me.