It was an autumn,
It's the memory of autumn,
You can cherish it with your heart,
It can also fall with the wind.
Maple leaves in autumn,
Like a glass of fragrant wine,
Drunk the whole dream of Chunhua.
Maple leaves in autumn,
Like a girl's cheek,
All my worries,
Just for the full moon.
The seasons have not changed,
The years passed without a trace.
The faint one is the cloud,
The wind is soft,
If life needs a color,
Crimson maple leaves in autumn,
Perhaps the best explanation.
It hurts when you hate it,
Love will break.
Those inexplicable sentimentality and surprises,
Either it's a farewell song,
Or passionate about it.
Life is like a parallel track,
In late autumn,
Looking for the destination and rings of the soul.
After an autumn rain,
No more wandering, only waking up,
That happy partner is still far away,
You have to pursue it all your life.
Pick a maple leaf in autumn,
Pick a leaf of life,
Write down those past events and stories.
What fades is only the scenery,
Those caring feelings and truths,
In a warm heart has become eternal.