Autumn,a season of sorrow.
Autumn,leaves begin to dance.when I stood under a tree,childhood memories are coming back to me unintentionally.But those times,will never come back again.
Autumn,leave fell off the tree,just like a child who left his mother.A spectacular Autumn,used to be full painted with my delightful childhood.but Autumn has gone as the time change,which will never ever come back again,never ever come back again.