I hear the time was ticking.
Tic toc tic toc
With the leaf fall around us
From the blow of the wind.

I can't hear my voice.
From unheard breathing of silent.
With the rhythm of my heart
And trembling hands.

Why I am like this?

I feel the path
Getting shorter by the time that
I wish it was getting longer and further for the first time.

And

I can't feel my feelings
how sad that day was.
Because tomorrow the day we would be parted.

- Y