Autumn leaves are falling as fast as the time goes by.
The coldness of the streets is the meaning of the cheerless song of life.
Tears and rain are falling down on the sad faces and seem to be the same.
The youth represents the hope.Like these autumn leaves I have nothing to hold.
The sight of their eyes is empty, as the fragrance of their dream is inexistent.
The wind is my guide as the waves can bring us anywhere.
The clouds can hide the sun but nothing will ever hide the mistakes of the past.
The whisper of their voices symbolizes the feather hurried in the air.
Like these autumn leaves I have nothing to hold.
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