The years have grown old, and the autumn wind has swept away the fallen leaves. On this insomnia night, your smile flashed, igniting my loneliness and stinging my gaze. A touch of tears accompanied me into my dreams, making the autumn frost like the wind, and making the late autumn chill stronger.
The cold wind was wrapped with an empty sigh, rolling down thinly in the cracks of the days. I don’t know when my thoughts can be exchanged for the eternal scenery of love. Even if it is just a blurry picture, I will be ecstatic.
Night, it's very thick, I don't know if the longing in the moon, in the thin mist, can wet your back, awaken the throbbing of your heart, and can make you look back again, pass through the stream of love, and let me look at the floating clouds of the passing years that I am holding on.
, carrying the sorrow of longing, knocked on the door of late autumn. I really wanted to underestimate a word of missing, but autumn did not wipe away the tears of my longing... It’s too easy to miss you, but it’s too difficult to miss you. Missing you carry a lot of joy and sadness, maybe a hug will make you warm. If you wake up from the dream with the fragrance of flowers tonight, then I miss you the gentleness of yours climbing up your window frame.
