With the Last Scents of Summer

Strange, a love like ours. 

Withered like the flowers and died.

It went away, with the last scents of summer

washed away in the early autumn rain.

Painting the leaves a deep red,

like all the colours, bleed away~~

*The memories we made, not a single moment to waste.

These withered emotions now written down,

in a quiet song,

I play~~

You calling my name,

used to send shivers through me.

Now there's no calling, no feeling

Where there's now an empty space,

I will find and fill it with something else~~

*repeat

My head upon your chest,

where I could hear your heart beat.

Now the sound has grown quiet,

I might miss it...

just a bit~~

*repeat

Strange, a love like ours. 

Withered like the flowers and died.

It went away, with the last scents of summer

washed away in the early autumn rain.

Painting the leaves a deep red,

like all the colours, bleed away~~