The flowers bloomed when I met you
The birds chirped a sweet melody
I was springtime then,
the day I laid my eyes on you.
Every moment spent with you, I treasured
Like summer memories, they were precious.
Countless – like the sand.
But though fantasies are beautiful
Just like autumn leaves, they fall
Reality is harsh, after all.
It was as cold as winter then,
when you chose her over me.
Now my withered heart has broken
my words of love, unspoken.