Hurt Spring

In the beautiful years, relatives are separated, but the passage of time hurts the rumors. Flowers fall in late autumn, indifferent and sad, where can I find refuge and support my heart. The beauties are falling, and the flowers are an eyesore, but jasmine remains elegant. Don't like rouge, tired of makeup, prefer elegance, stay away from dust and smoke. Time flies by, and we forget to leave. Another season is coming, and it is in vain to hurt the spring. Farewell to An Ran, lonely all year round, only to repay the hurt for the family.