Sadness is like falling leaves in autumn, beautiful but with the sadness of parting. In this long dark night, sadness is like a lamp. Although it is not bright, it is enough to warm my cold heart. The raindrops slid down the window sill, and the cold wind blowing across the cheeks inadvertently awakened the sadness deep in my heart. The past possessions and current regrets have become the eternal pain in my heart. The soul silent in sorrow seems to be swallowed up by endless darkness, unable to find an exit or escape. Sadness is like autumn leaves, falling quietly, covering the ground with thoughts, and every step is a prelude to farewell. When night falls, sitting alone in front of the window, tears fall down as we recall the moments that once broke our hearts. Those sadnesses, like fallen leaves in autumn, quietly wither in my heart.
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