A night of wind and falling leaves. Everywhere I go, I walk on the carpet of leaves. Remember last October, Twelve months as if a blink of an eye. I'm one year older but not a bit wiser. Can't get rid of the inertia, can't change my habit. A continued cycle of misunderstanding.
Haiku: Falling Leaves
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Haoyan Do 
We can feel the little bit of sadness. Maybe it is the season. As the sunset, scenery in Autumn is infinitely good, but about getting into dusk.
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