Walking alone on the street
Passing by all kinds of people on the road
How many strangers intersect at the crossroads?
The fallen leaves swirled and fell in the gentle autumn breeze.
Did it leave the tree or did the tree leave it?
Raise your head and look hard at the sky
What I saw was a helpless paleness
Has even the sunshine abandoned this world?
Look
This world is so blank,
Wash away the glory of the past
The rest is just full of vicissitudes of life. ． ．
Will you still be happy?