Autumn (2)
Autumn is what kind of?
I was careless fluttering for
may
In the eyes of others in autumn colorful
Others will think
Is a pure fairy tale world
but
Autumn to my feeling
Is lonely and sad, unusual one season
I gradually found
I myself did not have a real friend
When I need
It was also in the memorable time
I began to think I'm not a winner
It is a loser
Originally, the innocent
Gradually, dare not face terrible reality
I slowly escape
I became a fall
I think
I had excellent results
I was really is no longer