Fallen leaves drift through the air,
Whispers of memories everywhere,
Faint echoes of those golden days,
When all felt close, never far away.
Crisp air brings the scent of time,
Holding fragments of our prime,
In colors bright, then slowly fade,
Lingering in autumn’s shade.
This is an autumn tale, 가을 속에 남은 흔적,
Stories of love in amber hues,
Moments held in each fallen leaf,
Fading yet somehow forever true.
This is an autumn tale, 바람 속에 숨은 기억,
Chasing moments that used to be,
Traces of us on every path,
Echoes that stay, drifting free.
Like still frames in the falling light,
Memories dance, gentle and slight,
Moments soft as a whispered dream,
내 맘속에, 영원히.
This is an autumn tale, 가을 속에 남은 흔적,
Stories of love in amber hues,
Moments held in each fallen leaf,
Fading yet somehow forever true.
This is an autumn tale, 바람 속에 숨은 기억,
Chasing moments that used to be,
Traces of us on every path,
Echoes that stay, drifting free.
This is an autumn tale, 가을 속에 남은 흔적,
Stories of love in amber hues,
Moments held in each fallen leaf,
Fading yet somehow forever true.
This is an autumn tale, 바람 속에 숨은 기억,
Chasing moments that used to be,
Traces of us on every path,
Echoes that stay, drifting free.