Autumn, I am your daughter Sending you a postmortem Pray for the better end
Autumn, Let me fall into vortex, Kneel before your totem I have no power to stand
I’ve got a brilliant reason To die in this season Autumn
Autumn, Your sky is floating, But in this tower so lofty My eyes are in tears
Autumn, Take her pray for my soul I won’t beg you for more I’ll soon disappear
AND I WILL!
I’ve got a brilliant reason To die in this season Autumn
Why should I try if it makes no sense? I measure this season by depression length I’ve sinned with the words, I’ve killed with the words But now minstrel has to take his last chord According the law of love and hate I’ve got a feeling of being betrayed And all disappointment I’ve taken from you Will strengthen me in what I am going to do
I’ve got a brilliant reason So I pray for him… I’ve got a brilliant reason So I pray for him… PRAY FOR ME!