In the yellow ginkgo forest of three thousand miles,
There is a legend of the underworld,
Whenever someone leaves this world,
The leaves on the tree will sing sad songs.
The songs sounded and they began to fall one after another,
fell on the bluestone road to cover the mud after the rain,
welcomed the life that was about to end,
made the last section of the road without bumps.
Time is the fairness brought to the world from heaven.
Identity and status cannot resist its expiration.
A leaf falls, a second life,
Time moves from the early morning to the sun,
leaves turn from tender buds to yellow leaves falling,
Time tunnel goes from the green hair to the emerald green,
Then to the withered yellow, and then there are only one wood left standing.
tunnel is the end of the dead, there is a kind of confinement inside the
tunnel, there is a kind of protection outside the
tunnel, and the one waiting at the end of the
tunnel is the apostle of Pluto.
The soul walking on the golden avenue,
enjoys the last trace of warmth in the world,
The golden leaves symbolize the last splendor.
Ginkgo, time, tunnel,
is very similar to us,
Ginkgo is the long road of life,
Time is the love of time,
Tunnel is the edge of thoughts,
This straight golden bloom,
is like the colorful infected by the last love when you move to death.
