That girl is gone, she is gone, the girl who gave me a precious gift just left without a sound. A cold and always uneven railway track, I looked with endless eyes, only saw the maple forest on both sides of the railway track. Staring blankly, I tried my best to continue. Never saw through the length of the rails. The leaves of the poplar tree fell slowly.
The maple leaves dyed the vacant and disappointed eyes red, leaving only the red color of autumn. Memories, and the familiar scent of osmanthus lingering in the nose. I turned around and walked with disappointing steps, drawing a lonely shadow in the sunset. Stepping on the gravel-paved railway track, I looked back and forth along the cold iron, searching in despair for the route back where I had lost my way.
With the gentle jade pendant and the tears splashing from the corners of her eyes, the sunset in the west was covered up into darkness. Just like that, there was more or less a gap in my memory. She is gone.
Every sunset, I would always sit by the railway, listening to the two trains coming and going, waiting for the night. Endless time flows, endless thoughts.