Tears that won’t come.
A heart breaks in chill and silence.
Wishing there were things to say,
But the blossoms of summer,
Fall to the ground under my feet.
It is a beautiful October.
Can I shoot the leaves into my veins,
Relax the tempo of my heart.
I wish I could look into your eyes,
But in the end I am a dreamer,
And you were never mine,
And never mine to lose.