告诉我几段关于秋天的小短文

Lake of Autumn

I remember quite clearly now when the story happened.
??The autumn leaves were floating in measure down to the ground, recovering the lake, where we used to swim like children, under the sun was there to shire.
??That time we used to be happy. Well, I thought we were.
??But the truth was that you had been longing to leave me, not daring to tell me.
??On that precious night, watching te lake, vaguely conscious. You said:" our story is ending."
??
??The rain was killing the last days of summer, you had been killing my last breath of love, since a long time ago.
?? I still don't think I'm gonna make it through another love story.
??You took it all away from me.
??And there I stand, I knew I was going to be the one left behind.
??But still I'm wathcing the lake, vaguely counscious, and I know my life is ending.

To Autumn

The poem celebrates autumn as a seaso