灰色の空と遠くを渡るガンが見える秋の森

The sky was already breathing autumn, The sun shone less often, The days grew shorter, The mysterious canopy of the forests Uncovered itself with a mournful noise, Fog settled over the fields, A caravan of noisy geese Stretched south: A rather dreary time was approaching; November was already at hand.

NSFW, watermark