作词 : Cyan Hymn
作曲 : Cyan Hymn
编曲 : Cyan Hymn
Maple leaves dance on your pickup truck bed,
I trace constellations in the coffee cup steam instead.
You walked in like a sweater-weather rhyme,
Your eyes matched the cinnamon, stuck in slow-motion time.
We chased fireflies in flannel skies,
Your laugh spun gold through pumpkin spice lies.
Now the bonfire’s just a flickerin’ ghost—
But I’m still tangled in the threads of your autumn coat.
Oh, it’s a cinnamon autumn glow,
Burning slow, where the embers still know
How your hands held the warmth of July snow.
Now the treetops blush, but the ache won’t let go—
In this cinnamon autumn glow.
We carved initials where the orchard turned old,
Your promises rusted like the scarlet porch swing cold.
You left footprints in the cider-soaked ground,
Now November hums the tune of a love never found.
The scarecrow’s grin hides a harvest moon cry,
Your goodbye wore a disguise of a "see you nearby."
And the porchlight’s just a blurry halo now—
A lighthouse for a ship I can’t figure out how.
Oh, it’s a cinnamon autumn glow,
Burning slow, where the embers still know
How your hands held the warmth of July snow.
Now the treetops blush, but the ache won’t let go—
In this cinnamon autumn glow.
The county fair’s gone, but the Ferris wheel spins,
In my mind, where our forever begins.
You’re a Polaroid stuck in a thrift store frame,
A bittersweet jam on a scratched vinyl name.
And I’ll sip this chai till the last leaf falls,
Wrapped in the scent of your cinnamon walls.
The world fades to sepia, soft and undone—
Oh, you’re the autumn that never let go of the sun.
[00:00.000] 作词 : Cyan Hymn
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Cyan Hymn
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Cyan Hymn
[00:07.144]Maple leaves dance on your pickup truck bed,
[00:13.513]I trace constellations in the coffee cup steam instead.
[00:20.300]You walked in like a sweater-weather rhyme,
[00:26.920]Your eyes matched the cinnamon, stuck in slow-motion time.
[00:33.227]We chased fireflies in flannel skies,
[00:37.066]Your laugh spun gold through pumpkin spice lies.
[00:42.880]Now the bonfire’s just a flickerin’ ghost—
[00:47.983]But I’m still tangled in the threads of your autumn coat.
[00:54.497]Oh, it’s a cinnamon autumn glow,
[00:58.195]Burning slow, where the embers still know
[01:03.243]How your hands held the warmth of July snow.
[01:08.657]Now the treetops blush, but the ache won’t let go—
[01:14.915]In this cinnamon autumn glow.
[01:22.779]We carved initials where the orchard turned old,
[01:29.089]Your promises rusted like the scarlet porch swing cold.
[01:36.264]You left footprints in the cider-soaked ground,
[01:42.336]Now November hums the tune of a love never found.
[01:48.587]The scarecrow’s grin hides a harvest moon cry,
[01:54.984]Your goodbye wore a disguise of a "see you nearby."
[02:01.586]And the porchlight’s just a blurry halo now—
[02:08.572]A lighthouse for a ship I can’t figure out how.
[02:14.577]Oh, it’s a cinnamon autumn glow,
[02:18.715]Burning slow, where the embers still know
[02:23.803]How your hands held the warmth of July snow.
[02:29.289]Now the treetops blush, but the ache won’t let go—
[02:35.527]In this cinnamon autumn glow.
[02:42.742]The county fair’s gone, but the Ferris wheel spins,
[02:49.279]In my mind, where our forever begins.
[02:55.389]You’re a Polaroid stuck in a thrift store frame,
[03:02.335]A bittersweet jam on a scratched vinyl name.
[03:09.071]And I’ll sip this chai till the last leaf falls,
[03:16.317]Wrapped in the scent of your cinnamon walls.
[03:22.941]The world fades to sepia, soft and undone—
[03:29.498]Oh, you’re the autumn that never let go of the sun.