When red maple leaves fall
From somewhere above,
Erasing the slate path we used to walk on.
Think of you,
But unable to unfold the words
I've long kept to tell you
When wind softly touches the empty swings
And the empty space around me,
I think of you:
Your voice, your ponytail, and the way you used to smile.
When I am alone and
Surrounded by faceless crowds
Under the cold winter clouds,
I think of you, and
Our splitted shadow in the day I let you go.
Maybe our hands will never hold
As void fills up our hollow souls.
Yet, sometimes I still think of you,
Think of myself, think of us back in those days