It's autumn time and it's time for the leaves of the tree
It moves between worlds and galaxies and it cannot be stopped
Life is too short for you and me to spend it on love
The plane is fenced with a fence grass is under it and the sky is above
And what is it I don't want I can't understand you how I
It looks like a curtain in the bathroom I've seen such
The main one is red and behind it a bunch of whites