Gently pick up a fallen leaf,
Gently, without leaving a sigh
This is a golden ship,
Full of autumn memories.
The fallen leaves were caught in the book,
The flowers disappeared at night.
A faint first frost,
Let the heart know the separation.
Let's split up,
If you die, you die.
The autumn appeal of red language:
Life always has new meaning.
There is no need to regret the past,
You don't have to hate yourself.
Gently pick up a fallen leaf,
Gently, without leaving a trace.