The fragrance of flowers in the border town,
The rainy night is long,
The clear moon is in the sky,
Don't leave me,
Fallen leaves return to their roots.
Our love is played with life, and we dedicate to you a song of love of life.
This is my first time writing an article, so there will be many loopholes. Your advice is welcome.
This is a writing practice, so proceed with caution! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !