Red foliage

A cigarette, a glass of wine,
Oh, how prosaic it all is.
We've both forgotten about each other,
But love, it's not eternal.

Oh, this small restaurant,
Where music plays for the soul.
Oh, this small restaurant,
Where we often visited, you and I.

And outside the window, the falling leaves swirl,
Of our immense, eternal love.
And outside the window, the falling leaves swirl,
And the candles burn out quietly, weeping.

The lanterns sparkle,
And the rain drips with tears.
Oh, how we loved together,
And we ask autumn to be with us.

Love lit that fire,
Autumn dressed us in crimson,
And on the table, a glass of wine,
And a cigarette barely smoldered.

The crazy deeds of those feelings,
That we did together.
The mad actions of those feelings
Were a fatal pain.

The streetlights burned dimly,
Our feelings faded.
Love, why did you pass?
The rain poured down, tears of sadness.

And only the red leaves
Swirl in a whirlwind of tender passion.
And only the red leaves
Were so serene.

A glass of wine and a cigarette,
How prosaic it was.
The glass stood, barely drained,
And the cigarette barely smoldered.

In the haze of a captivating sunset,
I retreated into this autumn.
In the haze of a captivating sunset,
The rain whispered to me that it would be near.