1.
Sunday morning
The leaves are falling on the drowsy streets
Out there a fallen bicycle, it's a quiet day with no one awake
※ Strange little birds playing on the boulevard trees
Won't be found tomorrow in this town ※
The only thing that changes is my heart, from Monday onwards
2.
Sunday morning
The leaves are falling on the rails
An empty train is passing by on the outskirts of town
※ On the road over the level crossing
The memories of the past remain unchanged ※
The only thing that changes is my heart, from Monday onwards
※ I hear children's voices in the distance
But they soon fade into the tranquility and die away ※
The only thing that changes is my heart, from Monday onwards
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