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