When the leaves fall from the branches,
When their life is no more,
I feel sad,
the quality of life is poor.
The branches are now naked,
showing their imperfections previously covered by the multicolored clothes.
Their masks are compromised,
they are now exposed for who they really are.
The only ones that stay the same,
are the evergreen trees.
The least beautiful of all trees in spring, summer, and fall,
in winter, become the most majestic of all.