Walking through the woods in Autumn
I don’t remember the colours
looking so bright
and distinguished from each other…
What love is like for me
a fading memory I am clinging on to
fleeting romances
and I didn't even catch his last name…
I don’t remember the colours
looking so bright
and distinguished from each other…
a fading memory I am clinging on to
fleeting romances
and I didn't even catch his last name…