You come only to go,
Like the soothing autumn nights.
You come and bring momentary pleasures,
As if healing the dying trees,
With a new hope of death or life, you come;
And shed the sickness and decaying life,
Fooling people who know the truth.
Still luring them into believing the lie;
You lie you lie.
And all through your lies I could see the truth;
It is your art that I liked.
I loved to believe in your lies,
And make you happy thinking your deceived me.
You come only to go,
And leave me in this never ending winter.