When the leaves start to turn yellow
My heart gets even colder
Are you also not able to sleep because you’re thinking of me?
Are you also just waiting for the haggard looking branches?

My dream is very small, it’s just to sit with you
On this bench filled with fallen leaves, just to sit with you till sunset

The people walking on the street while holding hands
Do they know how precious that is?
The lights turn on when night comes
But why does my heart get darker?

My dream is very small, it’s just to sit with you
On this bench filled with fallen leaves, just to sit with you till sunset