Virtual beauty and confrontation
Swimming in the brush strokes in the season.
This deciduous change
Because incompleteness is a kind of happiness.
The quality of sadness
I remember it before, and I was moved.
The pain of being dyed red by maple leaves
Come like a constraint.
Fog flooded the road.
One piece can't be bordered by the heart.
In the notes, morning and evening
It can give off the smell of vegetation.
But it is always blocked by the roar.
Was shouted back again.
Like a fossil, still.
Confirmed the despair of retro.
one day
My potential soul indulgence
Waste someone's skin
lighten
Easily
Stay in this dry little nest in Shan Ye.