It's getting colder again
The memory that has been stranded for a long time
Found again
Entered the track of life
Entered
Can it continue?
It's time to end
The leaves will also turn yellow
past
never come back
But,
Among the thousands of leaves,
It is inevitable that some leaves are "growing up"
PS: all the feelings around,
Whether it's love, hate, or...
They are like leaves
have different fates