If Winter Comes

I thought that misty nights and rainy days
Have lost themselves somewhere along their ways.
The tumult of a world I thought left far behind
Returned to this abandoned space to find
Just roaring emptiness and a whispered autumn song,
A place of withered illusions and of leaves beaten gold.

My thoughts are driven away like winged petals and seeds,
My eyes instantly cry and my heart desperately bleeds.
It feels like I have never been able to love, nor to smile
As if this misty wind has scattered out my whole life.

Autumn must be a lady who probably died
Trying to soar like a seagull, but never learnt to fly.
And the clarion of her mysterios spirit still raves
Like haunting ghosts dancing in the darken graves.

A hectic smell is all around me in the air,
These foul empty streets... have they ever been fair?
And golden leaves are driven around like ghosts,
And the wind is crying like a mother cries her loss.
Autumn has put her filthy wings around mankind.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?..