The autum of Time in a hurry, time passes, stop the footsteps of time. Came to a forest, standing under a tree listening to the strange sounds, "call -" oh, that's the sighs of the wind, a piece of yellow leaves as the wind sighed,, falling faint, I reached out and it quietly lying in my hand. Ah, to fall again! Looked up at nearly bare trees, dry trunk, hide the years old, thin branches, hid the body frail, fragile leaves yellowing, hide in the heart of sentimentality. Ah, time and time again! Close your eyes, in the heart of the elves of curiosity to open the window, looking out the window of the world -- all the yellow leaves that fall, and a yellow ?