This is a beautiful rose. In her world, there are your gentle eyes and my intoxicating smile; here is your love flowing in the bottom of my heart, and my love for Yue Wangqing; here is your true call and expectation for love, as well as my hope and lingering gaze for love; here is the silence and ineffability of love, as well as the sourness and shyness of love. I am writing about my feelings, and I am also expressing the feelings hidden in your heart. Time continues to flow forward, the weather gradually cools down, the noisy chirping of cicadas is blown away by the autumn wind, and is replaced by the sound of crickets in the grass at night. Autumn comes quietly among us with its golden color and light steps.
