Autumn. Do not come back ...

 Early autumn days, cold nights
memories slowly hit
true love is like leaves
why do they separate the
----< br> has always been and always want to forget the share of Love can be sad and always get out of those memories. We said we do not describe those details, but I know I was deceive themselves, as this autumn's feelings, always inadvertently tempt me to think about the wind is blowing in the story, looking back to stay in the years that Nirvana can not be interpreted unforgettable edge.
autumn night's dream, to be curtain of wind blew quietly in the mist, fall in That is far from the quiet of the night to the spread of a lonely, but I indulge in a sad song, it seems to dream of the wind, such as fog, it is not a command of the situation, a touch of longing, that has no roots in the border always wander in my sleep with, get rid of.
I do not know why we have to separate, and I really felt good heart hurts, it hurts. some time later, only to find, in my mind depth is always concerned about the distance you want the distance you can be happy, and be happy, I hope all the lonely only the appearance of an instant, and that all is not happy, just take away the voice of autumn while a good hh
long time, always in my heart bear share of silent suffering, and that a short and beautiful story, is wasting away in mind. Away of the not me, but a resigned sigh, a fit of Qiannian. do not know the cold autumn wind, if there was a ray of warm sunshine? in my state of mind is in the haunted forgotten your affection, or am I worried about it silent? you the strange and familiar figure, really gone away? everything in this silence of the night, it remains silent.
want to wrap your coat cold day to cherish his

no more pain than I You
tell you in every
miss you I cried a good night
unable
poignant song burning in my mind, arouse the hearts of unknown thoughts. bright lights tonight, but I In the confusion of the dream of suffocation.
accustomed to the loneliness of a man, accustomed to the night guarding the silent indulge in a song. to know the distance you will not listen to a song with me, it is known, You will never understand the depths of the night deep melancholy of thousands of my mind. are far behind a flow of color figure in the dim light bloom, and know their inability to stop such a lonely night in my tenderness Park at the heart of the next search, in a word, in the singing of the noise to find a quiet and lonely.
quiet night, restless heart, I silently wait in silence, not knowing the wait will wait until what? may be a strange surprise, perhaps hoping for a dream. I know the loneliness in me, sometimes gently, such as spring-like flow, like clouds, my heart, regardless of wind and rain, I still so quiet in the night, in the share of loneliness, and I miss some people, memories of something that has a good taste of love, miss you from afar.
I know that everything is just in my mind, a rising feelings of gratitude, is a silent thoughts, it is everlasting friendship hh tell he was like the touch of loneliness, or the distant, lonely emptiness. With a touch of music slowly, I walk end of the fall of the edge, do not want to retain any period of deliberate landscape, do not want to fall for the leaves not the broken-hearted. Kazamaki Yunshu, even just walking all alone, I believe no longer be any kind of encounter, nor It will be another encounter the same.
say autumn is the harvest season, it is the birth season of hope, but I do not know where I fall?
let autumn to take my thoughts < br> Take my tears
I have also been quietly waiting in a location similar

2006.10.26