Outro - The Morningside

It's all as if the rain's pouring down

Gray mists will rest upon the longing eyes

As if one's waiting for the spring

That November will bring

And one can't hear the footsteps behind

And silent door won't shut

It's all as if a tranquil flood carries you away from the empty towns

Where the wind chases about

Fragments of things unsaid

Where along the rainy paths

Autumn continues along on its way