Wherever autumn passes, it leaves behind its trail on every path and alley. You cannot stop feeling sorry that a beautiful season has to end. You hope for eternity which is not going to happen but you will just continue to do it. Sometimes, melancholy may strike, it is not because autumn has departed, we know it will return again; it is because we become aware that our life does not return like season.
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| This is not Nami Island, it is a park below Haneul Park |
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| A bench and fallen leaves are all that you need to tell a story of autumn |
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| A walk in a park during autumn is a delight |
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