The autumn water is watery, and the night is slightly cold
I was wearing the light veil I wanted
Looking for you, in the distant Akiyama
In the distance, the Autumn Mountain is speechless, and the cold smoke of the wilderness is wispy
I saw, I saw thorns, and the flowers were overflowing with charm
Leaves, surging with the thrill of peeling
Shuddering deep in the bones, quiet
There is a fragrance that passes by, sticking to the sweetness of the wind
Put the strong aroma, soft intoxicated in the misty breath, kiss the delicate and cheerful
My Gangnam, my Qinghe, Swift
My incense sweat, wet thin shirt, overturned with jinluo small fans
Tightly wrapped in March peach blossoms, incense burned on the blue flowers
The picture screen is stunning and beautiful
I walked through the abyss of the wild
Howl against the strong wind, watch the stars fall in love with the flowing fireflies
Looking back, there are thousands of words
All of them, my ears of wheat, my rice paddies, my grudges
Wandering in the frankincense and gentleness of the Jiangnan women, the tears were resolute
Martyrdom at the tip of the scythe
I wore my favorite light veil and went to the distant Akiyama
I was a leaf that fell for the first time in autumn
It is also the last time to pass through the world
I want to wear a Zen robe, listen to Sanskrit sounds, sit on a futon, and touch the stone lotus
When the wind and smoke are gone
There must be pear snow fluttering white clothes, and Mei Xiang sniffs open the roller blinds
That second
I'm in the dust
May you remember me, and wait until you forget me
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