They say that past is just a foolish.
But every moment of your life
You're feeling how today is turning
Into the past that comes at night.
And don't deny, when seeing autumn
You sacrifice one thing for it...
See, rotten leaves sank to the bottom.
You know, their little hearts can bleed.
Meet sunrise touching sleeping stones,
But they are cold. The dark is gone.
Greet a new day that's built on bones
Of yesterday... And seconds run.
