The winding weft is crying, and the cool autumn has come. The slow voice is like complaining about the cold at night. There is a breeze hanging in the cage, and the children in the water are gossiping with each other.
What you read in the night book
Burning Weng with pine leaves
Mix covered her leaves and made a cold sound.
The autumn wind moves passengers on the river.
Knowing that some children choose to promote knitting,
There are lights shining on the fence at night.
Yesterday, you rested in the mountains.
The familiar bush
There are your peers and unknown bugs.
One voice after another.
You woo by singing.
Thin key
Tremble like a cicada
Accidentally eight degrees higher.
But fell into the cage.
Dream of jungle love
Unexpectedly, I missed singing.
Smells like grass.
Why can't you hear me?
Hey hey hey hey hey hey.
You can never walk out of that slender grass again.
Cann't go back to the familiar jungle
I wonder who you will sing for.
A gust of cold wind and autumn rain
Fade with you