The gentle evening breeze in early autumn responds to a few faint sighs and blows with sadness, which contains the loneliness of the quiet beauty of autumn. God, silence, but empathy, cool the heart and spleen. Look at the time, reveal your original self, truly walk on this bumpy and tortuous life road, and turn sad and melancholy days into your own happiness. Stepping on the sunshine of hope, I don't like all kinds of faces, walking without wind and sunshine, not worrying about falling flowers as spring mud, walking through desolation and welcoming the morning light.
Feel the temperature of autumn wind at will, follow the footsteps of time left under the maple tree, and remember the youthful you who will never forget. Those growths, those scars, those pains, those laughter and tears, accompanied by endless rings, passed by in my youth and stained my sadness.