The fallen leaves are silent
Where is the fallen maple leaf gently shaken,
You are lying in the late autumn season,
will be Where to wander.
The crystal dewdrops are your sad expression.
The youth of three seasons passes by the embankment of dreams,
The years of bitter rain and wind,
nourishes your emotions like clouds,
Youth is your burning mood.
A romantic and distant dream,
you are floating gracefully in the world of mortals,
sitting on the watery poem paper,
Savor the fragrant tea.
In the quiet night,
I approach you gently,
I don’t want to disturb your dreams,
I see you passionate His eyes tell the story of past and present lives.