They turn bleak brown, yucky yellow and rotten red
Although it is not good, my love for you is still not dead
I really would like to fall back
Turn my love clock back an hour
But I know that's not the right thing to do,
who knows? Maybe our love will turn in to spring again
Maybe it will flower
You see, you are gradually slipping away from me
as we have already said goodbye
I am now in my autumn stage and my winter will soon be here
I prepare to tell myself that my love for you will soon die
As the last leaf falls off my love tree
and the snow begins to fall
I will remember that you were my love
My love, my one and all
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