When I think of the perpetual journey through life
When it always feels like autumn
The wind moves slowly to the north
And the flowers die
Rain falls in my dreams
When it always feels like autumn
The wind moves slowly to the north
And the flowers die
Rain falls in my dreams
I must travel again and search for comfort
I must search again for the voice of tenderness
I must travel again to next autumn
The perpetual journey to next autumn
When I wander on the stony road through life
When it felt like I carried a sorrow
Then the sun hides slowly in the clouds
and [indisinct] goodbye
Soon the snow falls in my dreams
I must travel again and search for comfort
I must search again for the voice of tenderness
I must travel again to next autumn
The perpetual journey to next autumn
Oooo the perpetual journey to next autumn
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