The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which makes people feel quiet at first. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
A person is always lonely. Just like a wild goose flying alone, its cry is so miserable that people can't bear to hear it. Gu Sheng felt the same way. He had been searching everywhere throughout his life, but he always forgot that there was someone beside him who devoted everything to him, his name was Wan Qiu. The late rain is beginning to fall, and the west wind is blowing on my temples. Late autumn is like an autumn rain, falling to the ground in a hurry, but it finally falls, but there is no trace.
Intention: pure love