The autumn leaves were floating in measure down to the ground, covering the lake, where we used to swim like children, under the sun was there to shine. That time we used to be happy. Well, I usually thought we were.

But the truth was that you had been longing to leave me, not daring to tell me. On that precious night, watching the lake, vaguely consciously, you said: Our love story is ending.

The rain was killing the last days of summer; you had been killing my last breath of love since a long time ago. I still don’t think I’m going to make it through another love story. You took it all away from me. And there I stand; I knew I was going to be the one left behind.

But still I’m watching the lake, vaguely consciously, and I know my life is ending.

You’re listening to Faith Radio Online-Simply to Relax, I’m Faith. Lake of Autumn, when I first heard the name of the story, I knew I would love it. This is me, a sentimental woman.

Love is beautiful; it can also be lost easily. Here to all who are seeking love, or already in love, cherish your love.