The autumn wind blows off the remaining leaves, the rain washes the world obliquely, and people are drifting on the windboat.
The autumn rain is continuous, the chill rushes into my heart, and I sleep for a moment in front of the sea. How can I look back on loneliness?
On the rocks, your hair is windless and your tears roll down your fingertips, bringing a slight chill. Your eyes are always looking into the distance, the waves are coming towards you, and the sound of the tide is your countless love and hate.
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