Thorough heart and bones,
The oncoming thing is
The roar of the wind,
In an instant, it was cold.
Warm cheeks.
As cold and silent as ice and snow,
Sealed for a century.
Four seasons cycle, autumn and winter change endlessly,
Give winter cold,
In order to take away the vitality of autumn,
That's it,
Lonely, desolate, depressed.
I saw it.
Bare branches are unwilling to be lonely,
I tried to spit out green shoots,
But the ruthlessness of winter,
Put out the living flame.
Dead leaves that should be silent,
But I have no choice but to be fooled by the wind again and again.
What I saw was' Yes,
Yellowing leaves sometimes float and sometimes fall,
Still can't get rid of the wind.
Excellent cleaning ambassador,
Trying to get naughty children together,
Take them to heaven,
There is their best home! The ruthlessness of winter makes the world cold,
Ruthlessly take everything,
There's nothing left,
However, we can't always guard the lost life.
But forget the new task!
Yes, the coming winter.
Buried the lost autumn.
But there's always a voice calling,
That's the power from the heart—
The desire to change.