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Wilted grasses of the autumn,
Reddish and golden leaves fall from dying trees.
The sun sets down the rich orange clouds,
I'm beginning to feel homesick...

The candy sweet smiles on my close friends,
Oh, how I miss the pleasure of seeing them.
The long halls all reaching towards the gates of freedom,
I want to walk all of them through while holding his hand...

Time goes by fast without being noticed,
Even though every clock are being stalked by my eyes.
His warmth always pass by me every chance it gets,
Despite me being the cold, independent fool I was...

I always feel guilty stuffing my locker with countless words,
Though they're all contained by what's left of nature's kidnapped children...
The world of imagination never leaves me alone,
Even though I'm always in front of the faces of unoriginal lectures.

Blissful revelries of late autumn end too fast,
While the long, cold winter rains snowflakes to freeze our veins.
Then comes the blooming spring of nature's children waking up,
Until the melting and burning, yet pleasuring summer comes by.

My painful eyes opened to see the warming light,
Just to feel tears running down my lit up face.
The guardian angel warrior next to me asked,
"Why let those tears fall, my love?"

I was just unable to answer a simple question for my lover...
What a pathetic princess I was to him,
For all I could do was just give him a smile.
He reached out his hands for my face and kissed my lips.

Home was just down the road of twilight,
Filled with flowers sleeping and flying red and yellow leaves.
"Let's just sit here for a while longer before we go home."
And we closed our eyes while still holding hands...