Finally, it becomes a look. As I watched the yellow leaf leave, I looked at the cluster of wounds that hugged me, and the wounds in my heart were thought, and at this time I could explain the wounds and pains I had had, but these pains were the wounds that flowed from the fingers.
I think about you every day, but I have once again made this familiar baggage, thinking of you, thinking of you, you know?
When the wind blows away the hustle and bustle of the world, let the emotions return to the place where they met again, and the dust scattered in the wind, and the afterscent you left behind, let the encounter bring a touch of warmth. , will meet in this moment of encounter, and then pass by, leaving a shallow smile to accompany each other.
At the moment when we turn around, I am willing to look for it in that moment, whether there is still another person worth remembering tonight, and whether you remember the beauty of the past.
Do you know, once we were here, there is a kind of person who is eternally unwilling, do you remember the beauty of our first acquaintance, will I also change my appearance, in such a desolate autumn, you will forever carve traces in my heart, become a trace that my life can never erase.
Now, the wind has blown down the other shore where you and I can't see, and the vow I once made will deeply plant you and me in this memory and become a scenery on the road of your life.
May I have you by my side, no matter how time passes.