Oct 2016
As winter bids to summer, spring renews with vigor.
As summer bows to winter, prologue of fall ensues.
As the daily night sky illuminates less, so to our welcoming days sooner to good night.
The leaves are dispersed by the coming wind, and the frost seem to say hello in dawn, it is a day to say farewell to the beloved warmth sooner than later.
Why is it so hard to say goodbye, and see you again next year?
As summer bows to winter, prologue of fall ensues.
As the daily night sky illuminates less, so to our welcoming days sooner to good night.
The leaves are dispersed by the coming wind, and the frost seem to say hello in dawn, it is a day to say farewell to the beloved warmth sooner than later.
Why is it so hard to say goodbye, and see you again next year?
Do people dread fall, for we remember the December, the coming of white winter and the reckless roads with fender ******.
