Maple leaves, red leaves,
The fire-like season dyes your eyes red,
You on the left are telling me love in my ears,
Not as romantic as the snow and moon, and the promises sworn,
It still leaves a warm feeling in my heart.
The fireflies under the trees are like nightmares,
blurs your face,
What you said becomes unreal,
Your figure suddenly disappeared in front of me,
I am helpless and searching all over the world.
But I can no longer stand by your side,
Accompany you in remembering that eternal night.
Conception: