The autumn wind is so sad, the autumn moon is so bright, the fallen leaves are still scattered, and even the birds living in the trees are frightened. I want to meet my dear on that day. Now that we are apart, when can we meet again? On this autumn night, it's really embarrassing to think about it. Walking into the door of acacia, I know the pain of acacia, the eternal memory of acacia, but the short-lived acacia is endless. I knew that acacia was so entangled in my heart that I didn't know it at the beginning.