Dear Mr. Priyanga. I Tried it And I did my best Someone found Someone found a Small small small autumn “Tagger, I'm here in the sound of clapping! ” A voice that slightly permeates the clear ears Is that a whistle calling me? Or shrike's cry? I found a small, small, small autumn Someone found Someone found a Small small small autumn The room faces north, Window is cloudy glass Colored like a hollow eye Or pored milk From a slight gap, Autumn wind blows in I found a small, small, small autumn Someone found Someone found a Small small small autumn Old old Weathercock A leaf of wax tree on the blurred comb Leaf is Beni, It's a colour of setting sun I found a small, small, small autumn
