leaving the earth full of injuries!
You miss,
people in this season,
you are a poet,
withered and scattered leaves,
let you lament,
fleeting dreams;
Reading your lines,
appreciating the loneliness that has passed away,
being sad,
being doomed to be saddled with parting worries,
being buried by time,
you will become,
the most beautiful poem in the world.
You are about to leave,
What you leave behind is sorrow,
Bitter rain after bitter rain,
Like tears that leave people,
Wet this season,
Deserted mountains,
Wet people,
Write a diary at night.
The words in late autumn,
are so sad,
read in bitterness,
write in sadness,
you are the shadow of the poet,
you are a poem that leaves people.
In this season,
send away photos and
write down memories.
Inject footprints one by one,
Remove impressions one by one!