I Dye the Fleeting Year with Red Maple

I want to borrow a red maple leaf to smooth out the years and make the sunset red. Pour a glass of strong old wine and pay tribute to the past that has been mercilessly borrowed, and the tired figure on your back. Take another ray of breeze and get on that one-way train that cannot return. Appreciate the beautiful scenery of flowers along the way, pick up the fluorite that has been forgotten over the years, and pick up the red maple leaves that have been blown off by the passage of time. Then smooth out the luggage that was wrinkled by the breeze, carry the autumn wind and clouds on your back, and stagger to the distance alone. Looking for the bright moon that was forgotten in the water when I was a child, and the sun that was shyly hidden in an unknown place.