Season Of The Falling Leaves
C. Koerts
The spring has past almost seven times
You're still with me
But how can i try to keep it this way?
So hard to say everything i feel
So deep inside
I don't know why it happens
These days
I must be the season of the
Falling leaves
A time that makes hearts
Tend to grieve
It must be the secret of the year
Love if you leave me now
I'm supposed to find but
I don't know how
You're always - you're always
On my mind