The autumn wind rises, the green leaves turn yellow, and the fallen leaves fly. Standing on the cliff and looking into the distance, the castle of my hometown becomes blurred in the distance. Thinking of the past with the beautiful woman, now I can only stare through the railing, full of sentimentality. When climbing the mountain and facing the water, I will always think of the sweetness and helpless separation of the past, and now only loneliness and silence remain.
