I would rather into a leaf, Let the wind and rain blowing around; Or the clouds one, in the clear blue sky, And the earth made no some involvement. But hold it a sign of sorrow, To touch the event did not hastening the coaching; In the evening, night and moved a foot away, All is empty, then Mo has gentle; The world had forgotten; have you; Who had been mourning love; Petals fall for like, forget to These were tears in the mood. None of the day, retention, Than a flash, a rate less wind Marks, you have to forget about me Have lived in this world.