Autumn leaves fall one by one.
Keep plucking my heartstrings.
The figure of snuggling is still yesterday.
Warm your smiling face
I'd like to park here.
Look into your eyes.
I don't want to sleep in my dream
I miss you, Lengye, crying at the moon.
The feeling of memory is one second a day.
The picture of holding hands flashed before my eyes.
Why write fairy tales in autumn?
The autumn wind is still bleak and can't blow away memories.
It's hard to calm me down.
I'm tired of wandering for years.
I want to come back to you.
I'd like to park here.
Look into your blue eyes
I don't want to sleep in my dream
I miss you, Lengye, crying at the moon.
The feeling of memory is one second a day.
The picture of holding hands flashed before my eyes.
Why write fairy tales in autumn?
Miss you, Lengye, and weep for the moon.
The feeling of memory is one second a day.
The picture of holding hands flashed before my eyes.
Why write fairy tales in autumn?