The leaves dance, carrying a message of untold stories
Stories of love, of hate, of betrayal. Of life.
It whispers softly yet fiercely in your ears, "Live!"
But not everyone is fortunate to hear this,
It passes on quickly, only a few of us knows of it.
Eventually the dancing leaves quits down,
and the sliver of happiness found at that time
becomes strong memories to carry us forward.

The leaves dance, crying out to all who will hear.
To live is to breathe, to breathe is to feel.
It's something right in front of us, yet something so far.
It comes like a storm where there's no end in sight.
But unfortunately, everything has an end.
An end to one thing is but a beginning to another.
So cry your tears, and sigh your sorrowful pain.
Then shake it off and walk again, to another start.

The leaves dance, a sad dance, a happy dance.
Memories you thought would fade are still there.
And one day you'll realize that what you have
been waiting for was also waiting for you, patiently.
When you finally open your eyes, that time you
thought was the end, had changed and those
feelings shifted, forming into a new shape,
starting a different story that's connected.

The leaves dance, singing about untold stories
Stories of love, of hate, of betrayal. Of life.