An autumn rain, a lovesickness, an encounter, a love, a glass of wine, a past, mountains, rivers and worlds, you and I meet, holding a book full of soft thoughts, smiling gently, dyeing the whole summer, the breeze blows gently, spreading ripples, the poetry in those words, the touch between the soul, as the flowers bloom, grow into ties, thousands of threads, are all for you~
Turning around to autumn, seeing the leaves falling, is there one you? Or is it you? I incorporate my thoughts into these leaves and reflect your figure. Every frown and smile is always so charming and touching my heart. When I was about to kiss you with tears in my eyes, you disappeared for a moment. The thoughts surged like a tide, but I missed you so madly. I stretched out my hands and a leaf fell in front of my eyes. Although I changed my appearance when I returned, I knew it must be you. Put you in the palm of your hand, let you feel my warmth, and gently hide you into the pages of the book, there is still the afterglow of the autumn wind, warming your face, from bright yellow to red, the long-lasting fragrance will not dissipate~
No matter how years pass, it cannot stop a heart that misses you. At the dusk of the sunset, in the morning of dawn, in this late night without anyone, memories are a drop of crystal clear tears, thinking faintly, deep thoughts~
