Waves and sand ~ dew white autumn cold

Waves and sand ~ dew white autumn cold

Villager

Alone to the pole,

Lu Bai Qiu Han,

The sycamore leaves before the steps flew back.

It's already deeper and colder,

Bamboo shadows.

The past has been going on for many years,

Old dreams are hard to come true,

Don't always remember the difficult times.

Once remembered the flower headlights under the words,

The moon hangs in the sky.