At the junction of night and day, the mood accepted a fate from beginning to end in order to bear the pain of loss.
On a windy day, I heard the fallen leaves crying in a poem, and no one would lend them a warm word.
Autumn rain blows heartbreaking music, urging the old trees to blossom and flourish.
Kuten was silent for a long time and reluctantly took off his golden silk shirt. ...
The mood is in a state of collapse, and no matter how distant the bleak west wind is, it refuses to come back.
The laughter of love was cursed in a disaster and began to be unhappy.
Floating like a dream, touching the wrinkles in the palm, once eroded by wind and frost, it is cold and painful.
Weave a colorful ribbon, bind this sinking heart and close the door in winter.
Through beads ground like bones, reborn in Sanskrit. ...
Time yellowed the fate of the impeller and could not alleviate the death of the autumn lock.
The heart was locked in autumn, and the key was accidentally broken in a secret love.
Sincerity and autumn wriggle like snakes, hopelessly catching a cold,
Emotion closes the fence in the autumn frost, and love guards it in the fence.
Frost dew banishes a long cold smoke, so that the lost eyes can't see the joy of living. ...
The strong wind in the past blew a hole in the window lattice,
Beating the rhythm without rhythm, inviting me to find the soul together,
Autumn rain gently weaves sadness and turns bitterness into a new word.
In autumn frost, put a scarf around your neck to let the cold come.
Walking alone, loneliness is my only companion. ...
Self-nature, gently calling my name in the light,
Dried by an open flame, that wet dream,
A change in late autumn and early winter can't stop the cold.
Pick up the desolation of a place and add a dress to the fickle feelings.
The heart of grazing, overflowing my heart, is the shadow of sad autumn, drifting away ...