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 now i‘m standing here no one to wipe away my tears no one to keep me warm and no one to walk along with no one to make me feel no one to make me whole oh ! what am i to do ? i‘m standing here alone it doesn‘t seem so clear to me what am i supposed to do about this burningheart of mine oh ! what am i to do ? or how should i react ? oh ! tell me please ! (独白) the rain was killing the last days of summer you had been killing my last breath 编辑于2010/04/29更新