and this is how the story ends
leaves fall as we hear the beautiful words of migrating birds the lament of the trees drooling all over our bodies, concerned about the tragic news as we speak, dandelions are kissing the feet of our loving memories so peaceful, yet turbulent as we decide the future of our love
remember the leaves? Yes, just like falling leaves, dry falling leaves, spreading throughout the woods, flying to fertilize new soil, just like that, our love becomes fertilizer in other hearts, our melancholy is fertilizer for other souls, for we love each other more or less, less than more, more to overcome the fear of loss and regret weve become dry leaves like time and space we grow older and in an empty maze
our love resembled falling leaves pushed by air, never knowing when or where to land
so as a leaf I fall gliding to a new ground wondering which new soil will accept my dry texture to make me energy
life has become the wind, I have become a leaf, earth has become my mistress and loneliness my sea of dreams
leaves fall as we hear the beautiful words of migrating birds the lament of the trees drooling all over our bodies, concerned about the tragic news as we speak, dandelions are kissing the feet of our loving memories so peaceful, yet turbulent as we decide the future of our love
remember the leaves? Yes, just like falling leaves, dry falling leaves, spreading throughout the woods, flying to fertilize new soil, just like that, our love becomes fertilizer in other hearts, our melancholy is fertilizer for other souls, for we love each other more or less, less than more, more to overcome the fear of loss and regret weve become dry leaves like time and space we grow older and in an empty maze
our love resembled falling leaves pushed by air, never knowing when or where to land
so as a leaf I fall gliding to a new ground wondering which new soil will accept my dry texture to make me energy
life has become the wind, I have become a leaf, earth has become my mistress and loneliness my sea of dreams