I'd like the autumn warmest gold
If you would like the time to hold
Another name these days I called
It's rusty gold, still rusty gold
Between the sky and warmest earth
The time is treasure for new birth
But while mind is sharp and cold
The time turn into rusty gold
I'd like to think that we belong
To one our way, but how long?
And ghosts behind, they are so old
The chain of fear of rusty gold
I'd like to fly, I'd like to smile
With you to go mile by mile
Without lie, but lie still hold
Sweet lie made from a rusty gold
Rusty Gold
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