1. I lean against the building alone in the drizzle, and the cold window accompanies me with sorrow. The autumn wind rustles, I look at the moon alone, and the fallen leaves bear several layers of wounds.
2. When the gentle wind becomes cool and the fallen leaves begin to fly, leading us into the autumn with a sad atmosphere, the mood will be like autumn, bringing me a season of sadness.
3. In the past autumn, countless fallen leaves fell, leaving behind scattered memories. There was a feeling of confusion and fear. The surface of the heart seemed to have been separated from the soft veil and became so sad. The breeze I felt cold as never before.
4. Fallen leaves are like snails. They retract into their hard shells in times of danger and let the wind and rain blow outside. Every time sadness passes by, the soul will always be left with more or less wounds.
5. The fallen leaves are like lost lambs. Looking back, there is nothing but empty space. There is no trace of the past, and all that is left is the sadness of the desolation.