Autumnal Syndrome
It could be an autumnal syndrome
The northern wind blows in my mind
I remember the sound of your ringtone
Imagining you couldn’t find
Your very advanced new android
So what if I give you a ring?
In hope if that wouldn’t annoy you
Cause it'll be just one short ping
My darling, who’s playing with us?
You don’t even appear in my sleep
If we are no more than a dust
Why should our dust feel so deep?
We live, then we vanish away
Time passes, the years go by
So what is the reason, please say
I can’t understand, though I tried.
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