Autumn

 Often considered to be a very straightforward man, a man dares to express their emotions, but each time Gv want to write about their own good, to write about all sorts of their own minds when they find themselves is in fact a very hypocritical. Because I was actually afraid to face their true feelings are even more afraid to candidly reveal the true thoughts and feelings in front of people. a friend who criticized me. Although he did not say very clearly, but I can understand, but I Gv, still the original me, can not change, I have not thought to change.
late, cool autumn night, stand up and wrap dress.
sleep in my strange, but this time the heart does not fit in any case hanging in the clouds when, in fact, hopeless, empty face, the face of tomorrow, the face of friends, the future ...... but in sticking to it is a kind of mood? that the dead of night, perhaps only by their own experience.
line of sight through the wilderness of the night, sleeping with a human face should be the sweet smile, that is with sadness that there are always is in a dream, a dream of happiness. my future is also still a dream? it should be a long lament, should a the end of the work of more than a week to the countryside, in fact, the car is like to be friends shuttle in that section of country road trip, listening to music express relief, sight across the silver metal or a low thatched cottages, across the autumn of desert, across the black silence, ran across the withered leaves scattered on the thin branches, across the piles of dead leaves will be turned into flames ...... like what? road come to an end!
who said not to have love, with love, you is not your own, this is no choice. is bitter? is sweet? love there at the end? the end of love, what is?
autumn night was cool, especially without the stars of the night! Fortunately a friend had been reading in the voice chat room, accompanied by essays I write, usually do not mind doing those things, but actually listening to a friend reading out very nice, What a surprise! friends only know in a secretly watching the corner for a friend who was comforted by flowers and applause, in fact, know that not to write a good, sound good friends, good friends with the music ......< br> middle of the night, the mood is still , determined to like