The Autumn Lips

Ghosts surround my bed
Because I am alone
What makes me sad?
Can’t explain it now

What’s wrong with my heart?
What have I done?
Fall [bad word] but
You have already gone
You’ve already gone

I locked up the door
And all these ghosts
I tremble with cold
In my own bed

What’s wrong with my heart?
What have I done?
Fall [bad word] but
You have already gone
You’ve already