Night wind swept peace away and half-bare trees came back

Season is ending and just like that golden shades turn to grey.

We don’t have to count how much is left, I'm curious and scared.

I heard you, 'no peace for free', couldn’t agree more, but what's the difference when I'm never sure

There is yet distance between,

what we long for and what we wish for,

that causes mistakes in this current state,

I wish I could learn how not to see…

Expectation makes me blind while my mind looks on the other side, ready to be wrong again, to hit the wall, the point where there's no beyond.

Surrounded by thoughts undefined of how this could bloom and even more how easily it could fall down

I heard you, 'no peace for free', couldn't agree more but what's the difference when I'm never sure…

There is yet distance between

what we long for and what we wish for,

that causes mistakes in this current state,

I wish I could learn how not to see

those signs, tempting signs…

Half-bare trees came back, and we are the first fallen leaves.