Be a dreamy woman, like a withered leaf.

Falling in autumn, quietly approaching.

Come near this maple forest and smell that delicate fragrance.

Late autumn horizon, red maple-like clouds

I miss my drunken dream and lie on the edge of autumn water.

The fragrance of rosewood and bloom fascinated my clothes.

Soft drunk butterflies, chasing the smiling Shui Yue.

Send me an autumn pond full of lovesickness, and I have fallen asleep with the yearning for chrysanthemum.

Drunk wine, waking flowers

How many people have passed through your life, but there won't be me.

Midnight lights, flashing on every street in the city,

In the dark corner, who sips endlessly in the quiet place.

Why are you sad? I just forgot how to be indifferent.

The beautiful promise, vaguely like yesterday in the misty present,

Right or wrong, who put the shackles on my youth.

Why are you confused? I just forgot how to escape.

You once told me that what you like best are those bright and beautiful flowers.

You once told me that many stories were doomed to have no results from the beginning.

Pass by, pass by, pass by,

The vague outline of the past pictures is gradually submerged by dust.

If my dying heart falls off one by one.

I told you that if I could, I would make a promise to you forever.

I once told you that looking at the future now will always be so unpredictable.

Love, hate, laugh it off,

Amber, whose memory is pure white and flawless, is never carved again.

If my confused heart can't find sustenance.

Bloom has fallen and drifted several times.

Is there any time left to look back and let you see the loneliness in my eyes?

Did you leave a little nostalgia to warm my trembling and broken heart?

Those confessions that have been missed in the years can no longer be told to anyone.

How many people have walked through your life, but I will never be there …

The rope of time, entangled in the past, can not be freed,

The shackles of fate, the heart door locked with memory can not be broken.

There are so many joys in the world, but they are often just a black humor.

Those who drifted away yesterday and returned to the future and grasped them have turned into powder.

Flowers that are not in full bloom gradually wither and fall,

The shadow reflected by time is so mottled, but it is also so decadent …

In the sky, the lonely goose flies over again.

I buried my love in an elusive corner,

Maybe at the end of one year, you will come back with the flowers I sent you.

Walk quietly through my life …

How can there be a fragrant smell, and the autumn wind is biting?

The wedding dress of dreams is put on the lovelorn.

How do you know that cold and warm leaves will soothe dead branches?

The tree is full of withered hearts, that autumn wind.

How can you have the heart to scrape on a dream girl?