They try to tell me whatever I blame myself for is not my fault,
that it's all in my head.
Oh, I know it's in my head... it's the only thing I think of.
It's there, constantly hitting the edges of my brain and bouncing
back and forth,
among those memories.
It's that time of the year: the time of hopelessness, regret,
farewells, loneliness, darkness and falling leaves.
Almost all of them are gone now.
I wish I could travel with the wind.