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Golden leaves are all over my chest: we are no longer young. Ye Saining, I don't sigh or cry. Everything has disappeared, like fireworks from a white apple tree. The faded colors in autumn put me in a cage, and I will never have a youthful life again. My heart, beaten by the cold, will never beat violently again. In a country with birch patterns and fabrics, you will no longer attract me to wander barefoot. Wanderer's soul, you light the flame of language in my mouth less and less. Ah, my lost vitality, wild eyes, tidal emotions! Life, now I'm tired of hope? Are you just my spring dream? It seems that in the early morning of spring when the air is still ringing, I am riding a beautiful horse. In this world, we are all doomed to rot, brass leaves fall quietly from maple trees ... There is no end to everything in the world, I hope you will be happy forever.