I remember bygone days Dreams were blooming like an aster in the haze In the springtide of my life There was convincement my desires all would thrive Then the winds were getting bleaker But my hopes didnt wither away Seas may roar And storms may scourge the shore Trees may bow As they wait in fear for snow Leaves may fall Cause they obey the autumns call But though time runs An aster stands tall until the winter comes Summer passed away so fast Safe in the knowledge that an aster still would last Though the days got gray and cold Im still wondering what boon life will unfold Though the winds are getting bleaker My hopes wont wither away Seas may roar And storms may scourge the shore Trees may bow As they wait in fear for snow Leaves may fall Cause they obey the autumns call But though time runs An aster stands tall until the winter comes Until my winter comes...
aster, bleaker, though, winter, scourge