Autumn   Don't expect the withered flowers to bloom in autumn.   Don't expect to reunite with those who have left you.   That foolish idiot has decided to go far away.   Don't expect to shake the stubborn and unwavering mind.   Time has been accompanying us on a journey of loneliness for centuries.   Don't expect to stitch the long continuous cracks.   The dried leaves will never become green again, they have disappeared.   Don't expect to make them bloom by trying to make them bloom.   They are not migratory birds that they will come back