Autumn is a lover who is waiting for his beloved one to come. He is desperate and crying. With every falling leaf, he loses his hope. His hopes are scattering all around and he has no one to gather them together. Rain damps leaves, actually their secret love letters. And the smell of their love comes to our nose. Rustling leaves are actually the sound of immortal but broken love.When I walk through a road in autumn, i remember all things i left behind. Things i have no chance to return. Things i have no power on anymore; but just missing and feeling regret for them.It is the end of youth and a step to die. The relief of no rush for worldly things. Just a time to quench your hunger for spirutual meaning. Some flames of youth twinkle in your eyes and your child innocence smiles you back.Despite not reminding joyful things, autumn has a realy special place in my life. A journey to myself. I explore my not spoken emotions and thougts