Those maple leaves...
I remember those days,
I also remember those dried maple leaves,
frustrated of my feelings to you,
in the tune of autumn's flute.
And...those talks,
which weaved us into the moisture of dried autumn,
Altogether I haven't forgotten...
I also remember those dried maple leaves,
frustrated of my feelings to you,
in the tune of autumn's flute.
And...those talks,
which weaved us into the moisture of dried autumn,
Altogether I haven't forgotten...