Shiyiji

When the autumn wind rustles, the fallen leaves are flying all over the ground. The cold dew on my clothes feels chilly, and the distant mountains are like dark twilight. The solitary lamp and shadow are slightly cool in the night, and under the moonlight, people are thinking about themselves in front of the flowers. Old dreams are hard to find, and new sorrows are on my brows. It's hard to express my love when I look at the horizon from afar, and I shed endless tears of lovesickness. The road to this world is windy and windy, I hope you will cherish it and never leave us.