想念,在季节的转换处（Miss, at the season of change）.doc

想念,在季节的转换处（Miss, at the season of change） Autumn is drawing to a close. With shallow marks, autumns footsteps away, embarked on a new course, to the cold winter. I sit at the corner of the season, count the autumn, pick up the time you are in, or not in, and open the days when you come or dont come. All through the fall, I carried heavy bags and walked through crowded cities. My pace is slow, I often wonder where to go next. Autumn without you, some desolate. The days go by slowly, slowly and melancholy. Empty Lane in the rain, I stood around the figure. I can talk with you. Over the umbrella rain, splashing water swirling across the cool atmosphere, mood. Put down your umbrella and pick up some warm sentences. You said, go to the rain for me.. I move to your deep world in the same way. Let the rain wet the memory. Wet together, and hope. Standing in the rain, if a grain of dust into the air floating, water droplets, flying in your dreamlike words. The words only for dialogue with me, tainted with sadness, wet my eyes. In the paper the wind from blowing, like to hear you breathing. I am on the other side of the time, looking into your city, that is the distance I have to trek through my whole life. How far is it from afar? Miss, can not measure the distance from afar. In fact, far away, has always lived in the heart. You said: you are there, or not, and your love is there, without increasing or decreasing.. Just, you never know, too far in love, can not touch. The day is too thin, condensed into a drop of ink spilled to the sky, the blue sky, blue dye. I sit in the late autumn time, look at the clouds of the sky, floating one after another to float. The ear, said the song the cloud in the wind. Suddenly, think, become a rain cloud, float to your sky, your city, let the tears become lovesickness rain. Let each other, miss the city. If the falling leaves fall into the pool of the city. Autumn is only the stage of leaves. Every morning, or evening, I stand on the shore