Her heart is wilting,
Like the leaves in Autumn.
Bright but dull.
...
Like The Leaves In Autumn.
Her heart is wilting,
Like the leaves in Autumn.
Bright but dull.
Waiting to fall, helplessly.
Then it falls, forlornly.
Until someone notice her beauty,
He picks it up,
And keeps that fragile heart,
Like the leaves in Autumn.