i remember quite clearly now when this story happened
the autumn leaves were floating and measured down to the ground
recovering the lake where we used to swim like children
on the sun would dare to shine
that time,we used to be happy
well,i thought we were
bnt the truth was that -- you had been longing to leave me
not daring to tell me
on that precious night watching the lake vaguely conscious
you said: our story was ending