My voice echoes,
No matter how many leaves I saw falling,
I felt the warmth of a new life.
A perfect day?
Never a perfect person.
So help me echo my voice, my presence and my strength,
Because I felt the stranger in you.
It's not my will to feel the blankness,
It was not my intention to stay in it,
It is the leaf I saw falling.
Warmth new life?
That is not perfect.
New scars will come ... and the leaves will fall again .
But I am glad it fell.
Help me echo my voice, my song and my heart beat,
Because I felt the warmth, the new scars and the perfect person,
It was not the new life I felt,
It was the leaf ... ever falling