Igneous autumn shines through the city
burns all the concerns I worry about
is it just normal or is it a pity?
I am walking through streets without any sound.
Lost like a leaf fallen out from the tree
I can't find my way back to reality
scared of every colorful shadow I see
once I was innocent, now I am guilty
This innocence of sweet forgetting
makes me feel comfortable like everything's fine
the sky is getting darker, it started to sink
all the light, happiness, what's left? Just cry.