I'm Looking at the dead leaves

In a dance with the wind

Fills my heart with emotion

The grey and sad sky

Reflects my suffering

Which is the nostalgia of a goodbye

-The rain weaves a psalm

Prelude of a destiny

That in vain I try to know which one it will be

It's all a great concert

That tells the heart

That autumn has already returned, but not love
The rain weaves a psalm

Prelude of a destiny

That in vain I try to know which one it will be