Chrysanthemums all over the ground are bruised
Your smile has turned yellow
The flowers are falling, my heart is broken, my thoughts lie quietly
The north wind and the chaotic night are still young
Your shadow keeps cutting
Leave me alone in pairs on the lake
The flowers have fallen brilliantly towards the evening
Unfortunate fate in this withered world
Don't worry about crossing the river. Autumn will tear your heart in two
I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the shore and will be shaken for the rest of your life.
I will be very slow in updating, because I want to write based on historical truth, so I may be very slow to say it.