Time flies, spreading its greed at the entrance and exit, devouring the weight of the tide released by escaping from the sun.
Those autumn winds, which stretch their anxious mood, are playing to catch the vast bleak, shake off the autumn leaves all over the ground, without solemn and stirring, without taking an oath, waving their hands gently and bidding farewell to the warmth of summer.
Through the tunnel of youth, far away. Farewell, can not penetrate the secret light. Transfer and orbit are its faithful companions and close confidants. The kiss is close; It's close again, turn on the heart pump and shake the soul. Who can untie the cold eyes that pass by?