Autumn has come, I’m loosing my leavesnThe sand has almost ran throughnRun, run, run for eternal youthnI must escape from my faithnThere is no bribery to make the mirror liennRun, run, run, runnThe air is getting thinnnIn my life’s opera, they play the final notesnThe happy tunes turned to minornTime is hunting me, there is no way outnMy winter will comenA long time ago the orchard in me has whitherednTime to gon