autumn
four times I've been here before
tasting your missing lips in the lonely shore
sometimes I think we've been moving on and on
I still remember the clothes you wore

somehow I was find alone
overthrown to the gaze of glory
I was never able to tell my story
sing to me
there's nothing more that you can ever bring to me
so there will be nothing more I could be

autumn
mixed between the warm oranges
it's time to put some garnishes
because I'm already left to the gardens
filled with the harmless
it's that time of the season again