Verse 1:
Autumn. Autumn blues. Sadness,
sadness, sadness. And now winter
will come, the New Year will begin,
everyone will forget all the sadness
forever. We live in a loop and can't
get out of it.
chorus 1:
Leaves (leaves)
Fall (fall)
of (of)
the (the)
trees (trees)
Verse 2:
There's no way to get out of this
loop. Winter is good, cold days,
spring is snow melting, the first
flowers, bright, bright sun, summer
is good bright days, autumn is
yellow, cloudy days, but they can be
sunny. But, we don't pay attention
to it, all the days, sunny and rainy,
have still become routine We all
looked like a narrator from the Fight
Club
Chorus 2:
Leaves (leaves)
Fall (fall)
of (of)
the (the)
trees (trees)
Outro: