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
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
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
