Love well, life gives all the unhappiness to yesterday, and all the effort to today

Happy life is also very fulfilling and meaningful.

I thought about it, but I found that I didn't see the café on the street.

The autumn wind blows the cold earth over and over again, lifting layer after layer of cotton wool, blowing up whose thoughts? Whose acacia was blown away?

Whose dreams will this flurry of words disturb? Do you hear me too? If you say, that is my lover, in that cold late autumn, I can quietly wait for a person to hang the light of your last name on my heart.

I saw your tears, put your figure in the sky, and let it drift in your direction with the wind. Did you know that it was the tears of my missing you, swirling in circles? Your chase is not just to convey my concern for you.

Your lover, your lover, your face, your figure. This deep and floating picture seems to tell me, your lover, your everything. You threw me in the wind, and I don't want you to see my loneliness. But I have no hope anymore, and now you have left me in the wind, so that I do not want to see the drifting leaves, they are still fluttering.

Falling leaves are lovers who tell us about falling leaves, the feelings of falling leaves, and it is a solo dance of a person. Falling leaves are telling me that fallen leaves are not worth mentioning again.