She sweeps the fallen leaves into a pile in the old garden
like collecting something from her old days gone by
No matter how kindly she touches
No matter how many times she tries
of her heart she lost and I will keep holding them
Till she knocks on heaven's door
Even if I became a stranger to you
She sweeps the fallen leaves into a pile in the old garden
like collecting something from her old days gone by
No matter how many times we try
of her heart she lost and I will keep holding them
Till she knocks on heaven's door
Even if I became a stranger to you
