The moonlight remembers every thought,
The autumn always sang for us.
After all, the fall is what brought us together.
As the funeral of us tumbles,
it is I who crumbles, stumbles, and regrets,
as well as wishes to forget,
what true Love really meant.
I still fear the Fall, the way I break,
Every step I take is a mistake.
How can't you see?

**-N.C.