I have a house,
But I'm still alone.
The door has just slammed behind me.
The autumn wind is knocking on window,
And crying over me again.
At night I hear thunder,
In the morning I see fog.
The Sun is not warm anymore.
My old anguishes
Are coming back to me.
So let them all gather here.
I have a house,
But I'm still alone.
The door has just slammed behind me.
The autumn wind is knocking on window,
And crying over me again.
It is my fate, and I should deal with it.
I can't ask it for more.
I just know one thing. After I'm gone,
The winds will be singing like this.