Dead and solitude Autumn created
sad evenings in lonesome villages.
I love Autumn
which passed by puddle bottoms
of muddy yellow,
red mud stripes on road
and some exam in school!
In the same time, when I ever hear winds
calling Autumn coming back,
So much yellow leaves have fallen!
what the endless sadnesses are!
The moon covered cold air over mountains
Dew-drops made leaves harder
And my soul followed winds surfs for finding night
A peaceful evening!
A peaceful evening!

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