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Late autumn🍂

Autumn, autumn settles in my sorrowful heart
Wine mixes with a thousand feelings
There are as many goodbyes as the fallen leaves at this time of year.
With your hand clutching my heart, I need you to remember our unspoken promise
I'm not afraid of nostalgia, but your sorrow torments me, and we have nothing but the wind to blame for our departure.
I'm not afraid of loneliness, but your loneliness torments me; no one will hear our desolation.

©gal_elvarsan (translated by Late Autumm)