-A Miss

My tears graze past by your name. 
As if as soo as I lean against the wind, 
Your name fall down. 

I go to the street with shy dress 
unintentionally when I stand with a nod 
ANother miss is disappeared into the sky 
WIth the autumn get scattered 
And I break down into them 
On the stage which was prepared by us. 

My tears graze past by your name. 
Yesterday... 
Today... 
And Tomorrow