These midnight skies, don’t look the same
The sunshine pools won’t sing my name.
The orchard, full of sweet smells
Only lays barren and cold, now.
These autumn days, don’t have the grace,
The dying blossoms don’t hide your face
The walk I must take, everyday
Is bitter sweet, full of memory.
The green spring fields, are all but brown,
The people don’t even wake, before the sun is down.
My life is even less beautiful,
And you are still separate from me.
The aubern leaves, reflect her smile,
Her heart is warm, cheeks rosy all the while,
I will sit alone, and dream of you
And this damn autumn wind will leave me, cold.
