At night, the sound of the wind blows, and the remaining autumn leaves scatter on the ground. The pink dream is a fairy tale that has filled my life.
In the light air every day, there is your faint aftertaste, and at the junction of body and soul, there is your lingering warmth.
In autumn, leaves fall all over the ground, full of your endless love.
Friend's literary pit:
Yuxia: late summer, commemorating the day when flowers bloom