Here we are,
Baby once again...

There's this girl I always think about,
All throughout the day...

The Ghath of a dream
The Gargon of fear...

All over the world,
There are whispers all around...

As I sit here all alone,
All I have to think about is you...

It's a hard thing,
To live without you...

As the leaves start to vicissitude;
Hues of red, brown, yellow, and orange...

I miss holding you
I miss your laugh...

He doesn't care if it's too late.
He doesn't care if you don't wish to hear...

I held the most precious thing,
You could possibly give me...

You told me to hope,
I'm not hoping anymore...

Gazing into your eyes,
Losing myself in time...