We passed the summer
             With bunch of joy

Dear, what if I told you
             We made it
But why?
       As the warm passed us
       We were so weary

       How dare we let the branch down
      After all of the time we clinging  desperately on it

             Listen,
         The birds start to hide their warbles
         As they back to their nest

         As we met the wind in autumn
         They laughed
         Because they knew
         Our demise its getting closer than ever
         Buried by the cold
         In a cemetary called memory