This is the question which I have thought repeatedly, I am a candy have well! But I am not · · · · · ·

The life in the time class, I is the catkin or the fallen leaf, my this sigh autumn anticipates the spring. Or, I always am only the bird which south has flown in panic Sometimes, recalled many people, then thought they equally are also thinking me! This kind of hope is very uncertain, does not have the photograph in the third day I like this, two study independently uses for to read the thesis to tie, then hurried completes the work, then goes home to lie down heavy goes off on the bed, I do not dare to draw in the curtain screen, feared that tomorrow will rest to is hurried back by the school, will then rest again. This is my third day life, does not struggle not to be sad, these smallpoxes bloom the flower to fall can lun return finally to completely routed, vanishes in youth this head, stays behind is actually the young young grief. Therefore, does not go to think, anything does not go to think · · · I only thought that I am the candy which in my hand does not give up eats, calmly is grasped in the hand · · · · · ·

 In this autumn, my writing looks like the fallen leaf which full street nobody sweeps, passes one to make one feel moved putrefactive odor ~ Everywhere bleak Depression everywhere · · · · · ·