It\'s autumn’s lonely afternoon,
the sun is sinking slow.
The leaves are bleeding from the trees,
why did she have to go?
The sky is blue between the clouds,
and since she went to roam,
there stands an empty shell of stone
we used to call a home.
It\'s twilight, so sad stars appear.
Then darkness casts its spell.
Inside the house,
where lovebirds breathed,
I live my Loveless hell.