Of all the noise.
Sudden end
An unpredictable tomorrow
The sun is shining fiercely.
Or a storm freak?
Dusk time
That touch of afterglow
Put the passion of midsummer early.
burn sb to death
The departure of July
How much was lit?
Pastoral hope
Don't let my heart
Wait too long.
I'm afraid the autumn wind is cold.
Your appearance
Will follow the lost yellow leaves
Drifting together
A distant place that will never be found again