Now the autumnleafs are falling from the trees,
 you feel them landing on you as you stand underneath.
They create a colorful pile,
but as always the wind takes it away...

With me and you it always ends up exactly the same,
but as always the leafs gets new colors,
and starts over where it all began one day,
between me and you the only color is grey...

Because humans and nature doesn't work the same,
we live on the memories of yesterday.
Thinking about everything we said and did,
while the leafs are finding new ways to start all over again...

Without any tears, wihout any hurt,
without any sorrow, but we don't...