Sad Sentences About Falling Leaves

Sad Sentences About Falling Leaves

1, fine rain reclining alone, a few times the cold window accompanied by human sadness. Autumn winds look at the moon alone, falling leaves and several layers of injuries.

2, when the gentle wind becomes cool, fallen leaves began to fly, all the way to lead us into the autumn with a sad atmosphere, the mood will be like autumn, bring me a season of sadness.

3, the past fall, falling countless leaves, leaving behind scattered memories, there is a kind of confusion accompanied by a feeling of fear, the surface of the heart as if it has been detached from the soft veil, become so sad, the breeze felt the cold that has never been.

4, fallen leaves such as snails, in the danger of shrinking back to the hard shell, let the wind and rain outside, every sadness through, the mind will always leave more or less hurt.

5, fallen leaves as if the lost sheep, look back, in addition to a piece of empty is a blank, no half shadow of the past, leaving just that piece of desolate sadness.

6, fall leaves in the fall of the sadness, let a person drowsy, hiding in the corner of the hidden sadness, leaving only a little hazy, let a person to experience.

7, the yellowing of the leaves can also achieve a song of cool autumn, singing the heart of the sadness, linger under the tree, look up, can not find the heart of the answer sought along with the wind, a falling leaf fell, shedding sadness.

8, memories of drifting footprints, uncountable leaves withered yellow loneliness, miserable rambling edge, even tears can not soak the steps.

9, heavy influx into the dusk of the lamp, I should not confide in the exhaustion of the misery, that is the years left behind the traces of heartache, but I also did not touch the youth of the manifestation of the splendor of those who re-flashed the floating leaves, but also bewildered by the faint aroma of the fragrance.

10, that quietly lying on the ground of the fallen leaves as well as the mountains fly over the yellow, like wiping the tears from the corners of the eyes, telling this acceptance of this bleak brought him sadness.

11, see the turning willow leaves, flying petals, as if the fall is more melancholy and loss, life is just so, in the end is not a withered end?

12, who would care about her in the cold autumn wind twisting the mutilated body, circling, circling, and finally helplessly back to the embrace of the soil, she, without complaining about those who rush by, ignoring the footsteps of her existence, silently with sadness looking forward to the next cycle.

13, pick up a golden leaves to appreciate, as if in the end of a candle old man's face, full of pale and powerless, with sadness to the far away.

14, the years of the carving knife has long been in the exquisite face of the fallen leaves engraved with a line of deep and shallow lines, as if a line of poignant inscriptions, hidden sadness, and the earth fusion together.

15, "Autumn is the season of nostalgia," the mountain wipes the clouds, the sky sticking to the grass "scene will often let people can not help but think of some people, some things. Like the falling leaves falling piecemeal, the sands of time have long been buried in the box of memory, a little touch, is a heavy weight of bleak sadness.

16, the night hangs low, the evening wind ripples of cold, a flash of lamps dotted in front of the empty window, hidden outside the window withered leaves, a piece of a piece, fall full of loneliness.

17, fall sunset, holding up unforgettable memories, and the hands of memory always pick up those left behind sadness, those left behind sadness, very bright, but also very sad!

18, fragmented memories, only left me for you to sing a song of sadness, and that I left behind in the dream of melancholy, your breath how less sorrow in the past, the air is fluttering with pieces of fallen leaves, heavy mail on the infinite sadness.

19, when I lost in the moon thinking, a piece of fading leaves gently floating down, interrupted my thoughts, I carefully measured the sadness of the falling flowers, together with the age and love of the death of the body full of pain.

20, the past is like smoke, who makes the string break, flowers fall on the shoulder, trance disorientation. The moon dew cold, falling leaves, barren garden, but also hurt and pain, alone provoke Iren and pine.