The wind is bleak, the leaves are falling, and the air is filled with some sadness.
Frown, only to find that autumn is thick, no longer young, high-spirited and ambitious, how can I change my mind?
Only then did I know that I had a dream yesterday.
Ah, sad autumn, white hair on my head.
The Second Modern Poem of Sad Autumn: Sad Spring and Sad Autumn
We are sad for spring and autumn.
I don't know if spring hurts autumn.
Spring and Autumn ...
We met in such a hurry.
time flies
I didn't know you were leaving.
Time can crush people like a gear.
I opened my mouth.
Silence has been silenced by it.
I was struggling, but you left.
Disappear into the sea of people
I'm sorry
Next meeting
I will put you at the far right of my heart.
The nearest place to me