Autumn Rain When the Sycamore Leaves Fall

The sunset among the orange flowers and the balcony are relatively speechless Look at the beauty late The wild geese pass through the long sky, and the wind shadows appear like a few withered boats. The water is cold near the river Years are passing by, I have no sleep tonight, remembering the old days, dreams are gone and never come back The drizzle in the sycamore trees sheds tears and the autumn cicadas ****************************** Emotions have always been mysterious, subtle and coincidental. People shuttled between them, some bumped into each other, and some missed... Maybe sometimes encountering someone is not necessarily happiness, and sometimes missing out is not necessarily regret... But the most fearful thing is that when love misses you, you cannot miss your love and stay in the moment of meeting forever... Intention: