The season is changing,
the air cooler and a bit chilling.
Time is passing by, and I have to change too.
like the trees that shake their leaves, I must drop the burdens that I hold on to.
A broken heart is going into hibernation, biding time till the days get long and I blossom.
from the pain that tore a fissure in my chest, desolate and barren, I'll bloom.
Times, they change, and people do too.
I have to, I must, I will.
Every day I prepare...