Autumn leaves are a trail;
a flowing waterfall beside it,
with that smile and a look on your face
not so long ago in the yesterdays.
And in those footsteps were silent regrets
lingering in the present time,
nowhere to go with a burdened sigh.
Regrets, what are those?
It's a mistake, something that made you happy
at a point of your life even though you knew
that a choice was a mistake in many ways.
I would have held you tightly
if I knew you'd disappear the next,
I would never have let you go
if I knew, if I knew
that living with your absence each and every day
was something I can't wake up to.
Something I can't sleep with, this regret
was and will be lingering in my eyes.