Autumn leaves are meant to fall
Whether it is forced by nature
Or it is destined by the future
Green, red and brown means all.
Maybe Cupid had once fallen apart
For sharp are the arrows of a broken heart
Or is he too clever to know the art
Or his heart unhealed so he cursed the lover's mark
For the heart of the angels feel all the pain
But what time heals for humans, to angels remain
And who is more lonely than the thing that never dies
Reach heaven or raise hell, in love I would cry.
