Sad message

A little leaf is flying above my head.
I wish to take its green soul in my hands.
Maybe the old high tree sent me a message
Which was written to me on this leaf.

Maybe I will understand

Why you had sent me a message with the rain.
You knew that I could not read those words.
They were written on the glass of my window
In the unknown cold language of the rain.

Maybe I will understand

Why you had sent me a message with a snowfall.
You knew that it is a cold unknown language for me too.
The words of the snowfall thawed in my hands.
They became similar to the cold drops of the rain.

A little leaf is flying above my head.

I wish to take its green soul in my hands.
I hope I can read this message
Because it cannot be turned into cold drops
Which are like a sign of your tears.