It's raining, and it's raining again. The autumn rain is a series of worries, thousands of threads tied in the wind, waiting, bit by bit, hope in the eyes. The sentimental wind and rain fill my hometown, and the flying stars are dim and the chrysanthemums are yellow. In the wind

It is raining, and it is raining again.

The autumn rain is a series of worries,

Thousands of threads are tied in the wind,

Waiting,

bits and pieces are flowing in the eyes

Hope.

My hometown is filled with passion and wind and rain, and

feihong is vast and the chrysanthemums are yellow.

In the wind and rain, I wonder where to go,

One thought lasts forever in heaven and on earth!

Stars are the joy of darkness,

Always twinkling in the night sky.

You are my happiness,

walks through WeChat.

Are the stars always twinkling in the night sky because they know the loneliness of darkness?

Do you know my loneliness,

always walk through my dreams. !

The autumn breeze is cool, the leaves are fluttering, the screens are down,

there is no fragrance of flowers, no dancing butterflies,

no red sleeves and no wine,

only the joy and melancholy of the past.

Some memories are very warm, and some memories are very sad.

In the end, they are all like illusions.

The joy and sadness that I recall are no longer the same as the previous moods.

At this moment, the autumn breeze is cool and there is sunshine.

The mortal world is shallow,

The world is far away, so where can we live?

The night is thick enough to tolerate!

Maybe because the reality is very embarrassing,

I always want to save some good things,

but in the end I can only find in vain~ The embarrassing reality can not have too high expectations~ The real embarrassment can also save the good things forever.