Bullet Course

Rusty Leaves Fall

Bullet Course


The path that erodes the memories
I still follow unclear streets
An ocean of thorns on the ground
The rusted path
Dead leaves and twigs broken

Piercing the feelings
This face I see in the fog
My flower I cannot touch you
Only shadows and regrets

Autumn leaves
Cover the stone path
The void carries me into the woods
An infinite: saudade!
It makes real dreams and constant
Consume myself, lock me
No more getting out