Know the autumn

Autumn, the road is full of golden leaves, stepping on it, issued a crisp sound.

In autumn, the wind caresses the white curtain, and a blue eyed cat sleeps in the golden sun. A leaf falls and knows the autumn. Autumn that can't be forgotten.

Decadent time, gradually forget time.

Only the sunshine in front of my window, and then through my eyes, across my fingertips, gradually moving west, flying.

Time doesn't matter to me. I squint at the flying dust.