Time

Autumn has come, I’m loosing my leaves

The sand has almost ran through

Run, run, run for eternal youth

I must escape from my faith

There is no bribery to make the mirror lie

Run, run, run, run

The air is getting thin

In my life’s opera, they play the final notes

The happy tunes turned to minor

Time is hunting me, there is no way out

My winter will come

A long time ago the orchard in me has whitered

Time to go