Heavy autumn clouds.
Rising flower sprouts.
Before the rain comes and before the lands flower and awe;
The bonds that we share might be all gone.

Leaving me before we were together,
makes me want you more.
Saying goodbye once and again in never,
makes me fight to not hold these words.

I will miss the warmth of your chest;
and ache without the cuddles of your neck.
My darling to be; now dearest lady that left;
I remember!
The times we were just free birds;
Singing in our neighborhood nests;
These times are harder than I imagined.
I thought these memories would keep me alive.
But the memories hurt,
and slowly I slip.

Leaving me before we were together
makes me want you more.
Saying goodbye once, and again in never,
makes me fight to not hold these words.
Rising flower sprouts and heavy autumn clouds;
The chance will not come when we shall watch these turn.