Look at the yellow sky that day
The cold wind brings the desolation of parting.
Nothing is more sad than leaving you.
Let sad thoughts drift like this.
The days of gathering are always fascinating.
Always makes people fantasize.
But it's so sad when we leave.
How can you and I be willing to bury our friendship when we are lonely?
Although parting is endless.
We should go all out to break through.
Don't forget.
Cherish these years.