The spring has past almost seven timesYou’re still with meBut how can I try to keep it this way?So hard to say everything I feelSo deep insideI don’t know why it happensthese daysI must be the season of thefalling leavesA time that makes heartstend to grieveIt must be the secret of the yearLove if you leave me nowI’m supposed to find butI don’t know howYou’re always – you’re alwayson my mind