Come to your tombstone, choose autumn,
There are fallen leaves with autumn wind, and there are silent lonely mountains.
Bring March rain, May. Sophora japonica, fragrance dyes your grave.
Approaching you slowly, burying loyalty in the soil.
No tears, because missing is water, frozen into a string of memories in front of your tombstone.
Never forget;
There are no unpleasant songs, because besides the dead, there are people who hold the moon and stay in the autumn night, stroking yesterday in front of your tombstone.
Never forget.
Sighs are like poison buds ravaging the whole lonely mountain,
Take root in dead leaves,
Because there are regrets on your tombstone.
I am afraid of life, my father and the whole autumn.
Standing in front of your tombstone, everything is as quiet as a mountain.
Slowly approaching, but also gradually moving away.
Suddenly a tear fell,
Falling into the stream, I woke up the whole mountain unconsciously.
If one day I accidentally forget you, I will walk out of my dream. ......