The crisp air and gray sky
brings memories of last autumn to mind
and I stroll along the quiet street,
drinking sweet boba with sour cream cheese
inhaling each tapioca pearl's essence

Hanging around, nothing to do but frown,
Quiet Sundays always bring me down,

the Karen Carpenter in my mind sings

A leaf falls, blows past, withering away
just like how I will be by the end of today