I remember quite clearly now when this story happened
the autumn leaves were floating and measured down to the ground
recovering the lake where we used to swim like children
on the sun would dare to shine
that time,we used to be happy
well,I thought we were
but the truth was that -- you had been longing to leave me
not daring to tell me
on that precious night watching the lake vaguely conscious
you said: our story was ending
now I'm standing here
no one to wipe away my tears
no one to keep me warm
and no one to walk along with
no one to make me feel
no one to make me whole
oh ! what am i to do ?
I'm standing here alone
it doesn't seem so clear to me
what am I supposed to do about this burningheart of mine
oh ! what am I to do ?
or how should I react ?
oh ! tell me please !
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