There are no stars in the gray night sky.
I curled up in my autumn clothes.
Standing alone in the mottled light
Look at the street. People and cars are scarce.
With a sigh, late autumn is so bleak.
Sensitive people have long fallen asleep.
I am the only one who lingers in the autumn night.
In the dead of night
There will be extremely active thoughts.
I can't see the fallen leaves.
I can also feel the sadness of autumn.
I suddenly remembered the sadness of Daiyu's burial.
I also felt the impermanence of Xiaoxu's early death.
Relive the loneliness of holding a tree in the cold.
Think of the panic of returning geese with reeds.
Although the sound is slow, the dry lotus listens to the rain.
Every disease is just a passing meteor.
Qiu Jin and Sad Autumn were originally conceived by a mother.
Why think hard between gains and losses?