"Gray city, gray buildings, gray roads, gray rain
Everything in this world is slow
I try to exhale you in pain
Like smoke, like white smoke
I say that I'll erase you
But I can't really let you go yet
Those fallen leaves that look so insecure
One leaf left clinging to a branch
It's shattering, I see the end
Dead leaves becoming dried
Passing by the edge of the cold winter
Until the days of spring
Until the days of flower blossoms"
Following
