The autumn red wind is teaching me how to pass
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The time that the forlorn world that waits
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For the morning glow took back
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With a mature gait, with even a nonchalant look
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I ponder how sometimes I come, sometimes I go
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Search for the one and only
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I'm waiting for the end that, if you touch it, will break
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That's the memory that draws so close to my heart it invites sorrow
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A life that begins once it's been broken is born
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Even if no one knows about it, I accept it into my heart
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Our covered eyes are locked on to each other
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With a cowardly give-and-take that envelopes words
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My true feelings, which I'd hidden away,
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Dissolves into the sky, and if I strain my ears
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On my parting gift, becomes a gentle prayer
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I sense it, but I'm sure it's my imagination
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I softly respond with an overflowing
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Between the clouds that parted in a burst waterdrop
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People project your form and memorize love
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I raise it quietly and begin to walk alone
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The dead leaves dancing in the wind have a trace of nostalgic warmth
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I'm singing about the distant season that I'll
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While coming, going and pondering
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Search for the one and only
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I'm waiting for the end that, if you touch it, will break
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That's the memory that draws so close to my heart it invites sorrow
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A life that begins once it's been broken is born
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Even if no one knows about it, I accept it into my heart
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Our covered eyes are locked on to each other
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