jab bhi patjhad aata hai
kyun yad tumhari lata hain
jab bhi patjhad aata hai
kyun yad tumhari lata hain
ye soch ke dil bahlata hu
ye soch ke dil bahlata hu
ki bahar to fir bhi aani hain
jab bhi patjhad aata hai
kyun yad tumhari lata hain
ye soch ke dil bahlata hu
ye soch ke dil bahlata hu
ki bahar to fir bhi aani hain
jab bhi patjhad aata hai
kyun yad tumhari lata hain

yaad bahar me fir aate ho
jald hi kyon kho jate ho
yaad bahar me fir aate ho
jald hi kyon kho jate ho
din bahlate hain par, rate bahut satati hain
din bahlate hain par, rate bahut satati hain
gujare dino ki bate hi, wo dohrati hain
jab bhi patjhad aata hai
kyun yad tumhari lata hain
jab bhi patjhad aata hai
kyun yad tumhari lata hain

koi jata kyun hain ja kuchh pata kyun hain
jo rah jata hain wo
yadon me ghir jata kyun hain
kitane din ka jivan hain ae
tute sapno ka
kya usase lamba ka maatam hain
chhute rishto ka
jab bhi patjhad aata hai
kyun yad tumhari lata hain
jab bhi patjhad aata hai
kyun yad tumhari lata hain

jab aakhri nind odh ke main
puchh karu na duniya se
tab mat aanaa
nahi to laut padunga chupke se
kaisa ye ajuba hua hai ae
hairat se log kahenge
wo kya jane na laut paaye to
ham kya sahenge
jab bhi patjhad aata hai
kyun yad tumhari lata hain
ye soch ke dil bahlata hu
ye soch ke dil bahlata hu
ki bahar to fir bhi aani hain
jab bhi patjhad aata hai
kyun yad tumhari lata hain
jab bhi patjhad aata hai
kyun yad tumhari lata hain

When autumn descends,
why does your memory bloom?
When autumn descends,
why does your memory bloom?
I soothe my heart with this thought,
I soothe my heart with this thought,
that spring will surely return.
When autumn descends,
why does your memory bloom?

You return in the spring's embrace,
yet so quickly you fade away.
You return in the spring's embrace,
yet so quickly you fade away.
Days pass, yet the nights torment,
days pass, yet the nights torment,
replaying echoes of days gone by.
When autumn descends,
why does your memory bloom?
When autumn descends,
why does your memory bloom?

Why does one depart, seeking nothing?
What remains,
why is it ensnared by memories?
Life's span is but a breath,
a tapestry of broken dreams.
Is there a longer lament,
for the bonds we've severed?
When autumn descends,
why does your memory bloom?
When autumn descends,
why does your memory bloom?

When I finally embrace the final sleep,
and question the world no more,
then do not come.
Else, I shall silently return.
What a marvel this has become,
astonishment etched on faces.
They know not, should I fail to return,
what we shall endure.
When autumn descends,
why does your memory bloom?
I soothe my heart with this thought,
I soothe my heart with this thought,
that spring will surely return.
When autumn descends,
why does your memory bloom?
When autumn descends,
why does your memory bloom?