The sign of autumn is sad. The wind rings lonesomely softly.
The plant blows, scatters, changes also the color, and becomes weak because of that.
The mind feels sorry for the pain at autumn.
When the person who tries to return to the hometown by climbing the mountain on a far travel road, and standing in the waterside is sent, it is like feelings.
The view of autumn doesn't emptily have the cloud either. The sky is high and air is pure. The field of autumn is quietly quiet. The pool ball of the road is pulled, it installs, and the water of autumn is clear.
The mind is a pain sorrow, and a chilly nature of autumn is made to person's body and seen sobbing finally. I melancholily wilt to mind of and feelings, and I leave the place where one has lived for a long time and go to a strange country.
It doesn't enjoy the mind, and a poor person is not calm in the mind in the misfortune. However, it is lonely as spacious.
There is not a friend in the sky of this travel either. The mind feels sorry for the pain. And, I secretly think myself to be pitiful.
The swallow says the separation, flies quickly quickly, leaves, and the cicada has not heard the voice quietly any longer. The wild goose travels to the south while barking, and the gamecock is barking in an unpleasant voice.
As for me, it doesn't sleep until daylight, and feels sorry to bark at cricket's night. It is easy to pass time. It is already about to end this year. Ah I have not completed anything.