The season here is turning
The breeze is warm again
And flowers are growing anew

But it’s not the same as it was
The breeze no longer sings my name
And the flowers don’t smell as sweet

The peace that I once felt
Is replaced by confusion
And I feel restless in this place

I know what it means
Because I can feel it
That my welcome has come to an end

So I have to go for now
But don’t worry about me
Because I’ll still be around