Night, dye a little lovesickness, relieve the fatigue of the day, recall the beautiful past, let the heart fragrant encounters, not toss and turn in the dusty story, not wander in the quagmire of longing, not let the cold air be mixed with the breath of sadness, only feel the charm of the night in a cup of fragrant tea, and be drunk with the bright neon flashes outside the window.
Frostfall is the coldest solar term in autumn. I saw your eyes like autumn water and you are as mature as autumn rhyme. I saw you facing the wind by the elegant maple forest. The rustling maple leaves woke me up in my dream. Although I was confused, I still searched along the path in my dream...
Perhaps in the past life, you and I were two frost flowers in the mountains and forests. They grew up gradually in the moonlight and made an appointment to bloom on the branches. Perhaps in this life, we are butterflies flying out of Tang poetry and Song lyrics. Only when the maple leaves are red can we learn to dance with red leaves and fly.
Dear! I am waiting for you, waiting for you to look at the red leaves covered with frost, watch the stunning transformation of life, and feel that our love is like the red leaves that pass through frost, which combines the love between you and me for the rest of your life, loneliness and luck, passion and sadness.
on the branches of autumn, watching the autumn wind swaying the fallen leaves under the mottled sunshine. No matter whether you come or not, I will no longer be as sad as water, and will not be stained with the vicissitudes of the world. I will spread the origin and fall of fate in the wind, bury the soil under the trees, let my thoughts stay quiet, and wait until the branches are dyed next year, and then meet you with a red leaf agreement.
