One of the world afraid of loneliness, can eventually get bored and lonely fear can ultimately lonely fear a person may eventually left himself one of the world, I walk alone, wandering in a another junction. Before looking at the busy, but still can not find my way to go. One of the world, really, really lonely, very pale, very sad - Inscription rustling outside the window next autumn with , as always, free to sow this touch of sadness. I quietly sat in front of the mirror, looking at this to accompany my 20 years of face, familiar and unfamiliar. Hollow eyes, mouth barely up, telling the human mirror: you very well. In the mirror I actually laughed, and laughed as if the rain hit the side to side, petals scatter flowers, like, embarrassed but poor. The road of life, I was embarrassed but a miserable coward, afraid of loneliness, fear of loneliness, fear of a person. I fear the end of these, one day thanks to the widespread, even Lianku cowardly way I have not the courage, I can not accept, only quietly close your eyes - to escape. Is a day of autumn, this time I did not sit next to the dresser, but sitting in the window - listen to rain, to see tis lonely flower. Still not far from the flowers in the rain shudder, embarrassed with, lonely, and she did not partners, not love, I do not know how many times the relocation of the transplant she finally alone here like me rain knocked on her petals, or always tremble a little, a leaf carrying the splash of raindrops down quietly, accompanied by tick ticking sound of the voice sounded sad. It is not autumn hymn, but an elegy urging them heartbroken! Not to block the barrier, there is no concern for others, not to talk to the partner, without her nothing, but the flower alone. Could not bear, I insisted on an umbrella, walked into the rain, stays in her top. No means poor flower, how do I pity her would be eligible for it, I was also lonely, I am also the same alone ah! The bitterness, I am a bit sympathetic Bale. Dangqu a small umbrella for our autumn, so we are temporarily short respite. In the spiritual world, we are already accustomed to the loneliness of the catch, but it has failed to adapt to the lonely desolation brought. Without the impact of raindrops, she resumed its former quiet. In the autumn, flowers and people, the same loneliness, the same loneliness, the same alone. Buddha said: flowers and a Bodhi leaf, that is disillusioned after the indifferent. I said: the flowers were empty lonely, this is the real pale helpless. Lower body, the moment I just want to do a grass, with her quiet, so lonely that we are not embarrassed in the rain, not bleak. Two lonely hearts to be for the time being comfort autumn still, I was a man, she a flower, with our common loneliness, desolation of ·； ·； one of the world, very lonely, very confused, very pale, very weak