read the book silently, drink
willingly grind yourself......
Restore the background color of life in the air opposite to gravity
surround the autumn colors around you a little bit thicker
0 twilight, fallen leaves, crying sound
twilight, fallen leaves, crying sound
html l1 Pain, loss, hovering silence
sadness comes to face
Silence with the familiar soul
The whole world disappears in deep eyes
Thoughts spread out one after another, sinking again
Autumn day The characteristics of melancholy become clearer and clearer
Just like some things always have to end
Fantasy, dissipation may not be the same as the past
But the past will always pass slowly and
Staying is not the original intention of existence...
A large piece of coolness from the sky Depravity
Instantly wrapped me in
Those endless sadness
There are gold and wine......
tragic
Who is the sadness of autumn?
Let it cry again and again
The sunlight background is still lonely and boundless dark blue
The abstract moment reaches a tacit understanding
There is nothing in front and nothing behind
Who is it? Make autumn so sad?
The passion that has been embraced has blown the shaped wind
carved the appearance of time, but couldn't keep happiness
The moment of loss has no slightest meaning of
Just like some things always have to end
Fantasy, dissipation may not be the same as the past
, but it will always pass slowly in the past and go
Those places where no one walks
Stay not the original intention of existence
is approaching darkness, time and seasons interlaced into a kind of
The dark atmosphere wraps the night and day
Can't walk out even if you open the door
Who is it, bringing deep sorrow to this autumn?
The dark night is put into your eyes
Please come to this gentle soul to repair
The faint sorrow is immersed in your thoughts
The worries are ferrying……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… autumn coolness in the palm of your hand will truncate the time in your own way for a while The moment I let go Take away those so-called good intentions that cannot be explained
Take away those steaming
