Like a lush green field and the silver smoke
The accentuated words from a yellow page
The wretched musing of an old fashion book
A dainty smile at the corner of your lips
But your heart skipped a beat
Your eyes failed to look at the truth
Does it still hurt to walk bare feet?
I could fathom no reason why the autumn is so beautiful
When the trees are like a naked woman
We all use melancholy as an excuse to pacify our consciousness
The sorrow is itself a misery
It hides the adolescence and you become pensive for all the wrong reasons
Just like the dark clouds hide the blue sky's lucidity
How about the night that promised you serenity?
The stars that pledged to lighten up your dreams?
The rain that took an oath to clean everything undesirable?
The rock that assured no one would stumble?
Your unkindness is justified
But it still hurts to know all of these promises are futile
The accentuated words from a yellow page
The wretched musing of an old fashion book
A dainty smile at the corner of your lips
But your heart skipped a beat
Your eyes failed to look at the truth
Does it still hurt to walk bare feet?
I could fathom no reason why the autumn is so beautiful
When the trees are like a naked woman
We all use melancholy as an excuse to pacify our consciousness
The sorrow is itself a misery
It hides the adolescence and you become pensive for all the wrong reasons
Just like the dark clouds hide the blue sky's lucidity
How about the night that promised you serenity?
The stars that pledged to lighten up your dreams?
The rain that took an oath to clean everything undesirable?
The rock that assured no one would stumble?
Your unkindness is justified
But it still hurts to know all of these promises are futile
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