Every year, when the Autumn leaves die They fall to the ground, look up to the sky All that is left is to lay on the ground The ring a pure silence, a mournful sound But if the leaves can't escape death, how could we? We establish a home to die inevitably Nothing left but memories of us How we lived How we laughed How we loved and were loved What is left What is left We live our lives to fall asleep in death The only way to reach eternal peace Is to close our eyes in eternal sleep And when the home you've made has collected dust It will cease to exist like the rest of us We cannot immortalize our memories We will be wiped from the earth, cleansed our identities It will be time for us to rest alone To forever rest those aching bones The question "Why?" I cannot perceive Yet, we fall one by one, like the Autumn leaves