You listen
that year
from autumn to summer
All are the sounds of maples
It seems
Can never wait for the end.
Have you ever seen a star in this city at night?
It's not bright, but it's warm.
As much as I love him,
He doesn't know, I won't tell
About us
There is not so much joy, anger, sorrow and joy,
Just one thing to say
From now on, the mountains and rivers never meet, and there is no way to know whether a beautiful woman is good or bad.
Purpose: Self-love