Life is a song, love is a poem, a poem of sadness.

　　I don't know when I fell in love with autumn.

　　So I have been standing in time waiting for the message of autumn, for just that moment of drift.

　　Sentimental.

　　Stored in the night breathing the free wind, every corner of the city is full of dust. Is there a distance between you and me? If so, is there also dust in the distance between us?

　　The fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been waking up to a dream that is still unfinished before the silent pain turned into a tearful sadness.

　　The fact is that you will be able to get a lot more than just a few of these. The backdrop is full of endless imagination but suffused with endless sadness.

　　I am not a poet, I can not write my love into a poem, but love is a poem in itself.

　　The chase and tears are inevitable. I can only let it spill into the dream by the light of the dream, reflecting the most beautiful memories.

　　One day some early morning or some night, you turn back, startled by the stars in the sky shocked often moths of the moon palace, the mountains and rivers and grasses also for a shock is my heart, thought my fate can change, can be like soaring in the heavens of hawk wings to the sky.

　　The fact is that you will be able to see your back, your heart is as calm as water, but the pain is unrestrained. The fact is that you'll be able to get a lot more than just a few of these. There are times when you want to be a puppet, with no thoughts, no heartbeat, even no life, even if the termites corrode themselves will not feel alarmed, nor will they feel pain, not even feel that life is there.

　　After the despair and disappointment in the dark corner, the fragile cries have no voice, and the thoughts have no expression and description.

　　I am lying when I say that I have been in pain for a century.

　　I said I was happy for a whole year, which is a lie.

　　I said I love you, but it is true.

　　I don't know when I started to store my memories, but I was helpless to let myself go, helpless to let myself go without any demands. The fact is that you will not be able to get a lot of money from the company.

　　The fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time. Now your wind is blowing so how can I not fly?

　　I want to stay in your mind, feel your breath, listen to your heartbeat, and share your sorrow and joy.

　　But, you know, this is only I think, I worry, I worry, I am afraid, the wind will stop. Even if it does not stop, weak blowing, in the light dandelion will hang on the branches, or the rain stained soil, friends, you have thought, I will fall ......

　　The actual love, itself is too heavy, I think, passed away let it pass away, heavy mention, we can not afford. Because its weight exceeds my poor, pathetic, and short life ......

　　The poetic dream, the poetic confusion, the poetic beauty, the poetic pain.

　　Not spontaneous, but floating; not twisted, but tender.

　　The fact is that there is no more dripping fantasy but there are thousands of thoughts.

　　If we can't be together from now on, let me look at your eyes again.

　　If you can't get together from now on, please realize the promise you made, even if it was said inadvertently.

　　If, all the if, please let me interpret it into a poem, romantic and interesting, and will not be diluted with time its poetic meaning.

　　Because it is a poem in itself...