The Autumn of Our Love

Do you think it’s rain that’s drumming on your window all day long?
It’s the words of my repentance, falling down drop by drop.
See them, rolling down the glass and down into the endless brine;
Words that only you can hear in this belated song of mine.

What is this confession now, overdue regret, – for what?
Love has always been a riddle that I never can decode.
It was autumn that was joking, mocking me with faded leaves,
And a girl just kept on weeping silently among the trees.

Only now I understand: the past will not be back again.
It’s for sins that I’ve committed that I’m being made to pay.
For that weeping girl, that autumn were the fortune that I’ve lost.
Heedless deeds of wild youth is what I now regret the most.

We all know that happiness can only come a single time.
It then promptly disappears, leaves its business card behind.
We then seek it everywhere, we go on looking all our lives,
The address that’s on the card is one that no man ever finds.

Autumn of our love, you’re never going to return.
Just the past keeps visiting together with the rain,
Splashing windows with its silent tears,
Splashing windows with its silent tears.