Leaves fall again, carrying remembrance of a lost season Of summertime, when leaving was easy... Back then, when my orchard was in bloom I had a time of my life Those times when we walked together made sense of us all We were walking towards trees With those same fears that we have today We forget that time shall pa**, and leaves shall rot And our hearts shall yearn In my dreams the enamoured ones shall forever beseech for solace like underwood after summer aroused and yearning for its leaves Sarah, my orchard withers while beauty of yours blossom even in fall