I't's long time ago, you asked me what is the most sentimental leaf, which season hurt most, then I responsed" Maple leaf is the most sentimental, and it's Autumn that blowed the leaf down.     Now, Autumn has come, and still, I sit below the maple forest, the leaves remain to go down, the wind of autumn still blows. But where are you? We could no longer cling to each other, we could no longer miss each other, we could no longer in love with eacher. But, what am i siting here doing?