The mystic sky smiles upon the autumn leaves,
And brings back some old memories.
The long walks on these streets,
And intimate talks near these trees.
The white clouds on the canvas of azure,
Sing songs of the pouring rain.
The sweet smell of the moist earth,
And the softness of your kissing cheeks.
The world stood still in our paradise,
And nature orchestrated the breeze,
Meandering through your hair,
Tickling your neck, in your sleeves.