It was a lonely road
A bench, autumn and me
You got up and walked away
I watched you fading by distance
Hoping you will turn around
And give a glance
What if we had fight?
What if the time wasn't right?
The dry leaves made your way
As you walked off the empty road
Leaving me in silence
You took all my memories away
The long walks
The endless talks
The meaningless fights
The vitual rights
You have stolen the piece of me
The day breeze blew over my face
It made me realized what I have lost
I guess it was too late
I couldn't see you anymore
My eyes were brimmed with tears
and now a bench, autumn and me
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