The yellow leaves of autumn have nothing to sing about. They just sigh and fly down there.
The wind blows and the bell rings. Please remember that this is the sound of me missing you.
Look through the happy memories of the past, close your eyes, and ask
Do you still remember me?
Falling leaves, irresistible separation, last smile, pause
We will eventually get together, because I think, I hope
Late summer and early autumn are the days when we meet together
Even if there are only two years of memories, they will last forever
All the mundane world of the past will eventually drift to the horizon that belongs to you.
A glazed song plays the final song of six people
Intention: