autumn

Through blurred windows, as well as who, like me, here and now to hear rainy night crying?

Or the day after numerous dry, and finally Pan Lai's this autumn, people feel a kind of maxed-free and easy. This season, in the depths of a night, not also a kind of lonely?

Some distant past, some long lost faces, gratuitous thought in my mind. The breakdown of the lost time is never messy diverse sentimental, floating in the Red a favor forlorn, what can not predict the future. Or quiet, or confusion or agitation indicators show will not disturb this dull life, heartache and sorrow and grief, filled the once silent and now.

What you also get wet autumn, why your eyes also grazed the traces of tears? I understand that this day will never turn has been set into the memory cells, I also understand that this life can not go back to the days when those with the original. Even if you and I are not strangers, they just have no information, why can not help you again and again will be gently reminded of? Perhaps those who seem no longer had an unusual day, because no, because no future, so up until now memorable bits and pieces that are so impressive on so unforgettable.

Do not want to think, because of fear of mind. Thought of the pain will be more deeply immersed in them can not face the realities. So some of his hiding in the cool earth of a rainy night, all of the desires. Have lost all joy and now has the sad, froze in the air, looks around, lonely endless, only tears mixed with the sound of autumn.

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