Where's the love that's made to fill my heart? Where's the one from whom I'll never part? First they hurt me, then desert me I'm left alone, all alone There's no house that I can call my home There's no place from which I'll never roam Town or city, it's a pity I'm left alone, all alone I’ll have the November leaves In petrichor's rite The sky is burning Flames stretch across the sky as far as the eye can see What had once been the despair No place to which to run November branches against the cold autumn aria I’m left alone The autumn leaves, the distance The scar sounds It all lines on the thread Burning to the melody in her voice As caressing my skin is not only the distant wind But too her blood, in despair to escape To despair of Home again Here, in the dreaming garden Beautiful colors against the flowers Reverberating the screams in such a quiet breeze Light is so lucid This place will only burn in love To despair of The home to which to run Run with me