Autumn Is Your Last Chance

I walk through the Heaven,
Underneath the sky.
The leaves have never looked as good as now.
They're going to die,
But I know why.

I smile in the Heaven,
Where we used to stroll.
The dew on the cobwebs,
Shines like gold.
But I don't care,

If it shines all year,
Cause you're not there
And I don't care,
And you're not there.