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The withered foliage has cooled and its

lace has changed into the rags.

Downhearted wind has torn the petals

of the withered flowers.

There is a grey, dumb rain reflation

in the puddle which washes away

all my offence and sorrow.

And the wine like a glass digs into the

flesh mangles my body. I feel the poison

flavour on my lips. I can't save

the things I foolishly believed in and

I am hopeless to change the flow of time.

Chorus:

My tears merging

with November rain leave traces on my

checks, dipping me into despair, consoling

me with the rustle of the rain.

I want to forget everything that

has passed but the memories sizzle

my eyes with the tears... and I want

to believe, through my tears

I look at the sky

I have nobody to share my sweet

Sorrow with. The pain in my heart

is strong and endless and the thoughts

of love tease my mind.

The sorrow has frozen up inside

and buckthorn pierces my heart.

The blood in my veins gets cooler,

the only one that I believed was you...

But it's possible to bring back the past,

the dreams are lost and the hopes

are broken…