1981, The Melody of That Autumn
Autumn dew on the windowpane
Traces the shadows of your name
White wings asleep in an old album
Silently flutter through the frame
White butterfly, where did you go
Chasing whispers of the wind's faint glow
Leaving no trace of memories we knew
Your fading silhouette breaks my view
Standing alone at the train station
Your voice lingers in morning haze
Fragments of letters I once held tight
Turn to dust in my trembling gaze
White butterfly, where did you go
Chasing whispers of the wind's faint glow
Leaving no trace of memories we knew
Your fading silhouette breaks my view
Time drains like an hourglass sand
Dries every tear from my shaking hand
But in this fragile bottle of glass
Words unsent still wait in the past
The white butterfly returns
To shadows where the season burns
And disappears