The interconnectedness between fallen leaves of autumn and the act of letting go,
This time I don't need hope, I guess i figured out that I'll always find a way to glow.
Every part of me I've ever lost, to my perforated spirit, it's time to get them stow.
I'm driving in a new road now, blasting the volume of Un Monde Nouveau.
I was used to filling myself with mourning, now I just say sometimes people outgrow.
Maybe I'd have felt better if I had opened my wounds and bleed a a little, letting it outflow.
Forgiveness is the hardest truth, something that should be choosed..it, I promise I'll try to follow.
Such a weird feeling to choose yourself, to feel the underway warmness of golden yellow...

I don't want to be optimistic and try to see the good in this.
The only thing I know, I felt confused and you, I overflowingly miss.
I think of you when I shouldn't, our bond, it broke my system.
Would we be living in your seasided place or my crowded steppe kingdom ?
Would we be having fights over others or finally get over this symptom?
My wisdom tells me it's all over now, it's all a phantom.
Is it all because you cannot commit or I expect too much, foolishly?
To feel secure and loved without a doubt, tell me, for this am I greedy?
Our love definitions differ, and perhaps that's why we can't be together.
I wish I hadn't thrown your gifts into the trash,
That beige snow hat and scarf you bought me,
Not as easily as throwing a cheap piece of leather
I am dying from curiosity:
Thinking if you still keep my bear keychain or my grey beanie
Tell me, how's the weather in your city ?
And how's your mother after her surgery ?
I am only certain about one thing, I'd like to kiss your hands one more time, sincerely.
My feelings for you, they are deeper than what eyes can see,
And I'm afraid they always will be.

I never wanted to play my ace,
Never wanted to say goodbye to your face.
We built our castle brick by brick, now it's all a waste
You probably think "so cruel" but, in my mind i still visit our wrecked place

Sitting in front of my memory bank, just to see your innocent gaze,
I don't know what i'm doing rather than grieving these days
My brains seems to love our past moments, every night it finds them,
Them, in front of me it lays

It almost happened.
I was almost good enough for him.
He almost took responsibility, our magnet pieces of love almost gathered,
Before the scene got all dim.

I never knew this would be my lesson,
In a closed book, an endless waiting session...
Now, the page turns on me and you,
The story is about to end, not with a goodbye, with the almost, in a blurry view...