Autumn,
beautiful season.
the everywhere withered and yellow leaf,
with the wind flutters,
Lonely walking on the street,
looks at that bare tree,
Can always think,
amn't I am same as it?
is also such lonely, thin and pale,
whenever the leaf falls,
Was the tree gave up the leaf,
or the leaf, gave up the tree.?perhaps ,
stops the footsteps,
Picks up a withered and yellow leaf,
at heart, the discomfort which always one kind cannot say.
actually we not wrong,
Yes,
actually we not wrong,
was the wind blows off the pledge,
likely has set up, with leaf,
were not because of wind,
perhaps..
They can in the together time with long-time,
perhaps..
beautiful season.
the everywhere withered and yellow leaf,
with the wind flutters,
Lonely walking on the street,
looks at that bare tree,
Can always think,
amn't I am same as it?
is also such lonely, thin and pale,
whenever the leaf falls,
Was the tree gave up the leaf,
or the leaf, gave up the tree.?perhaps ,
stops the footsteps,
Picks up a withered and yellow leaf,
at heart, the discomfort which always one kind cannot say.
actually we not wrong,
Yes,
actually we not wrong,
was the wind blows off the pledge,
likely has set up, with leaf,
were not because of wind,
perhaps..
They can in the together time with long-time,
perhaps..