An old song from five years ago, only 76 plays, but I think it's beautiful. Sharing it.
I loved a flower once Back then I wasn't grown up yet I took it home Placed it on my west-facing windowsill Outside was a blood-red sunset And falling leaves singing in the wind That was an autumn song Sung to my springtime flower Until it quietly died I buried all my sadness in my heart I began to wander like the wind Started singing like falling leaves
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An old song from five years ago, only 76 plays, but I think it's beautiful. Sharing it.
I loved a flower once
Back then I wasn't grown up yet
I took it home
Placed it on my west-facing windowsill
Outside was a blood-red sunset
And falling leaves singing in the wind
That was an autumn song
Sung to my springtime flower
Until it quietly died
I buried all my sadness in my heart
I began to wander like the wind
Started singing like falling leaves