Autumn Heart

Autumn landing, night with the song, heart whistle went with the fall, swirling in the night alone, quietly falling.
Habitually unscrew a light, he was dressed in lonely shadows that once again reflected on the wall, sit alone with this, listening to the insects and frogs in the pond after the rain outside the window, waves to cut through the night, the night looked more and more silence.
Autumn wind blowing, and gentle to light Cengzhuo cheek, the feeling is kind of soft, everything has a spiritual, perhaps the best solution is to mind the wind, so the compliant, considerate.
Has been the most is Zhongai autumn, crystal-clear, blue sky, take it lightly if the flocculation of the clouds, scarlet maple leaves in context reveals a vigorous, and swayed the setting sun, wash away with the heart full of dust.
Always think that love autumn because it's desolate, desolate, lonely heart to find a pretext for release. I discovered that I had been like it is the clarity, transparency, clean, is that the Wind of the valiant maple leaf. There share of vivid colors than a trace of tragically beautiful.
Have stubbornly that will have a clarity of transparency, such as the static beauty of autumn-like charm friendship, is like take it lightly, without demand, pine busy but happy. As the autumn wind as Xpress quiet, like autumn clouds away from the dust of the secular, relaxed comfortable.
However, the secular vision or strangled share of good, so I had to escape from the patch of warmth of the sea, I know, it is a pure friendship can be, no one understood why everyone in the pursuit, advocates OK. Instead of the cheap but tread and blasphemous? I am not a brave girl, I misunderstood pain to understand that those who advocate the pursuit of the good heart that can only appear in the text, the dream.
When the leaves gradually Xiao Shu, autumn show their Yat, it is a free and easy without any embellishment of earthly prosperity and do not care Uncompromising. Old house gardens, wooden door unlatched, and I leaned against the door so thin read the fall, is still looking for that dedication to a clarity, clean, and free and easy. I pick up from the wind down of the leaves, scattered in patches of the leaf surface, I clearly see the filled and bitter sense of loss throughout the fall, a long absence, flow over the body piercing.
Blink of an eye, the fog vapor, I had gone in and pay homage to the purity share of affection, if the other had, then I'll, I'm not the good of the broken, the dedication, the advocates. This is just only a dream Why? Does that mean that those who have been imprisoned soul is free, as I'm struggling a better search, a clarity, has always been a kind of illusion of beautiful flowers? Standing Rays fall around, I have a loss.
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