Traces of autumn wind

You, like it. Take my heart away and leave a ridiculous thing. You are silent, but with a gentle dagger in my heart heavily poked a knife. Pain, blood is flowing, but not enough, my heart is bleeding, pain can not be said. I am afraid of being like a young eagle, afraid to fly fearlessly. The heart is not flat, how is it good, want to fly in the blue sky and fly, and draw a youthful flying in the sky, how chic. But I can only think that the pressure of reality can make me breathless, and I still have the mind to enjoy it. I am annoyed, I don’t know how to be good, I can’t do what I want in my heart, I’m afraid that I can’t do anything, and there’s nothing. The pain that can't be given up is all brought by you. It might be better without you. Please forgive my selfishness and blame you on everything. In fact, thinking about it carefully is also my wishful thinking. It is better to say that it is like it. If you want to ask who it is, let me tell you that it is the autumn wind. The places where the autumn winds pass are ridiculous. You are my autumn wind, taking away my love, my feelings, leaving me with a sad feeling. Ok, sadness is sad, at least what I left behind, not to take it all away, when I am sad, I will think of you. I am afraid to touch this injury, so I can only block it. I can't sigh because I am afraid to wet the sleeve again. I have nothing now, only this is a wound that can't be wiped out. I can see the traces of the autumn wind that you left for me everywhere, so deep, so painful.

Sixth grade: Yu Yu