Frost
rosy clouds

You carry autumn's bag,
Stepping on the twilight,
Disappear into the night.
Once the flowers before the moon,
It is also deeply imprinted by the change of seasons.
Especially love in the late autumn.
In these relentless years,
I don't hold back anymore.
The farewell is just a sight to behold.
It's not that I'm cold and heartless.
The melancholy face also twisted into tears.
Slowly grow old and die.
Just let the snowflakes fall on my heart
One point number Yin Yanzhong