Leave now.
It's the late autumn wind.
Knocking on my window.
My relationship with me
Leave now.
At the moment, the wave of emotion
As rough as the sea.
Me and my tears
Leave now.
Now I miss your eyes.
As clear as autumn water.
You walk through the deepest part of the season.
A gentle smile
As light as a lotus flower
That flying skirt
Like duckweeds trembling on the water.
The leaves of that day
It's obviously your song.
The hazy moon
These are your lyrical eyes
Miss you
This is a long thorn.
It broke my heart.
Missing is the memory in your pen.
Missing is your hard search in the vicissitudes of life.
Missing is the soul in your heart.
Missing is the other side that your voyage will never reach.
Missing is a dripping wet heart.
Missing is the withered figure of withered branches and leaves.
Missing is the yellow sand whistling in the desert.
Missing is a paradise that the waves can't reach.
When is the spring and autumn month,
How much do you know about the past?
The small building blew eastward again last night.
The old country can't bear to look back on the mid-Ming Dynasty.
Carved jade should still exist,
Just Zhu Yan' ai.
Ask how sad you can be,
It's just a spring flowing eastward.