Chiisana Konomi 小さな木の実 (Small Fruits) by Shiina Ringo 椎名林檎 (English Cover)

Lyrics written by Cris Ryan

In my hand, holding fruit in the shape of hearts
Rotten fruit, look like broken hearts, spread under the trees
As I tread, through this meadow, I contemplate
Are these footsteps a sign to wait, that I just don't know

I saw you, in the midst of an autumn wind
You blew past me so cold and thin, it's like you don't exist
All alone, I still stand here, I'm holding tight
Holding tight to these rotten fruit, spread under the trees

In my heart, memories of your warm embrace,
Memories of your smiling face, lighting up the night
Orange skies break the dawn like a flock of birds
Fleeting quickly like black shadows, under morning sun

Echoing, echoing of a distant voice
Echoing of your loving voice, I will never forget

Now I see, all these footsteps are memories
And the fruit spread under the trees, fragments of broken love