The geese have gone, and they already know the early autumn season! Frost as snow! People pity flowers and plants! Since then, the news has been decided! There is no sound in the lonely night, and the flowers fall and listen to the rain. Long sigh, lively wither, endless road, early autumn knot in the world. Shake off a drop of rouge tears, and make love rain with the weathering layer, and the floating dust in the sky will be turned into dust, and I want to stop talking and dye it all.

Ten years is like a dream. In many-hued's memory, old things are like dead leaves in early autumn scattered all over the place, yellowing, withering and crushing! Time flies like an arrow, and there are youthful days that disappear like water.