Solo cello echoing in seine river.

He whispers: haven’t you forgotten

that poem I used to read it for you?

She replies: autumn leaves never forgot
Count on our days when we were happy lovers

Cello tears up to season changes
Melody shoot into memories
She penetrated the cello strings to collect
Autumn fall leaves and prays for him

Memories are fettered. Likewise
the autumn new falling leaves
Float through seafront sunrise.
(Orange-red, shine touches)

Solo cello echoing in seine river.
He whispers, she remains silence. 

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