Very unusual ancient poetry, beautiful and profound.

The cold autumn wind can't blow away the memory, and the drizzle secretly cries.

Suddenly, I lost you and became my deepest memory.

Finally ... my infatuation can only touch the romance of the night.

Note: it is not an ancient poem. I think it doesn't matter whether ancient and modern poems can express artistic conception. .

Atmosphere, sad but not sad. Mourn without complaint. Simple words have profound meanings. .