You said you'd never leave me, never let me alone. Wrapped up in the clothes, still can't stop the tremble heart, do I lose you like this? It is  not tight enough that you catch me, or I haven't treasured your deeply worried aspiration? Is it a law of nature from growing to dying? It is the calling on the earth to fall down, winter comes after autumn? Behind sad mood, the leaf pretending to have nothing to fear, have no way to walk to fall down? It is brave to pretend, the one without hesitation lets oneself be turned into the notes of the earth, samsara of the wing of seeding for one period ¼æšÑaÁ•Œ§ŽŸ ?

You give your heart to me, you are my heaviest travelling bag. Trials and hardships from then on, I take your collection. You give your dream to me, from then on no matter when and where it is, you were the care that I would never change. I bury oneself in word, getting guilty agony, let, hope and not desperate, spread out in my life ice-coldly and warmly, darkly together with brightness, cover the dream which I lose, pious at the same time, burying the dream with new next and new hope silently. Mind come off ring upon ring, flicker aspiration that overgrow, and regret with happiness have very long very at the long road. Fallen leaves can also be as in riotous profusion as Israel, sadly beautiful the the same one?  I am smiling, the tears have fallen down À­¶¡ÎèÕn³Ì.

The fallen leaves in riotous profusion, tell the replacement of season. I see dream with disappointed to enhance each other's beauty, heart look like, tear into one long hole, pain bleeds, what the nature contains is wonderful if quiet soul falls down. What fallen leaves demonstrate before dying is strange, sour and astringent my canthus. The sunshine is shed down, fallen leaves are in riotous profusion, the sky can not be empty and quiet; The sunshine is shed down, fallen leaves are in riotous profusion, the earth can not be cold and detached; The sunshine is shed down, fallen leaves are in riotous profusion, season can not be dull. The sunshine was shed down, the state of mind in riotous profusion of fallen leaves, who has seen the deciduous one is plaintive?  Who has seen deciduous sadness? The wind gets up, bear the weight of the sunshine in a mess, the tears rustle born flows. Season shrouds day silently, the leaf in riotous profusion falls on my palm, I am holding gently with my feeling, having fallen in love with a person originally, that is to say that it is lonely to fall in love with a person Ó¢ÕZÕn³Ì.

In the season of this fallen leaf in riotous profusion, I want to pack up all of my tears, because you collect for me. In the season of this fallen leaf in riotous profusion, the love looks like and reaches the flower that half withered very much, stand there bleeding. Release life unbelievably from,know I because it is season that come, I the unable to avoid. Bow, look at oneself, see trace that season leave, repentant to can't feel relieved fallen leaf a in riotous profusion to lay one solitary. It is wind that has floated, it is the leaf that is dropped, the sunshine of a place is deciduous brilliance that breaks to pieces, I know it was season that came, I am unable to avoid. Both hands put the palms together and see fallen leaves dancing in the wind offering, fallen leaves are in riotous profusion, it is really season for the next vigorously. Fallen leaves are in riotous profusion in the seasons of fallen leaves in riotous profusion, I wait for you this life hyperblogs.

In the seasons of fallen leaves in riotous profusion, ignore for tomorrow, night and daytime will be always appearing alternatively. Fallen leaf in the in riotous profusion season, ignore, have predestination tomorrow, can not precipitate at night and daytime. In a flash, I hear, mixed with fallen leaf low-spirited cry among wind, like one being incomparably sad elegy. It was the state of mind that fluttered, an elegant one is the memory, in season that the wind gets up, it was a broken heart that sank into that was blown afloat. It is in riotous profusion to count the fallen leaves outside window accurately, tell oneself, stir up a cloud of dust and just set out on a journey. Give oneself one place, have dusk and early morning, give oneself first place, without love and hate, a sound of sighs are a kind of return.

A slice of fallen leaf, dreary floating with the wind, but does not know where oneself will float to, fallen leaves are a kind of death, and a kind of hope too. Leaf, dissolve in dust one home, people come and go, make life genesis predestination put out. The end of the life does not lie in descending slowly and lightly, but lie in once adhering to the warmth of the sunshine, I want to elongate and hold every one tightly in the twinkling of an eye. "The rustle leaf of autumn wind belongs to the root, only I tell the travel fatigue competently alone. By the time when it is bright that the flower is in bloom in the moon, I belong to it but return the high official position " . The gentle finger has flicked the deserted cheek lightly, fallen leaves are not a merciless thing, turning into the mashed in spring protects flowers even more.

When leaves  falled in riotous profusion that means a beginninging of  new lives houhai.