Autumn depression

A rainy autumn evening. The last bus has departed. The sky falls on my shoulders Like an unsolved riddle. A strange version. This is depression. No mood even to dream. However inversion. A terrible session. No pleasure Even to cry. The Night is not ready for separation. Blowing down the leaves with the wind. So it dies of boredom. A brush with gray paint. A strange version. This is depression. No mood even to dream. However inversion. A terrible session. No pleasure Even to cry. Why Die without being born? Someone on trolleybus will say, But I won't pray. Let heaven show God. A strange version. This is depression. No mood even to dream. However inversion. A terrible session. No pleasure Even to cry.