I push myself into another dream,
Not knowing my own strength.
And I know, that I must wake up,
But I can't bare the pain.
Of letting go,
Of all of the things that always felt so real.
Under skies, painted by my mind,
I can drop my crutch.
Autumn winds, always at my back, helping me along.
On these leaves, I confess my faults,
The wind will take them away.
I lose track, of all of the times that leaves could return home.
Don't forget anything, cause life is as short as a dream.
Remember the sweet and the sour,
Cause the shortest times mean the most.