At that time, the shadow of light became soft in late autumn, and I gradually filled my love with the most peaceful lips between layers of petals. At this moment, you sent a message from afar, and I sang your song gently, singing the most beautiful Spring Festival on the yuan leaf on my finger. There is a trace of autumn longing in my eyes, closing the fragrance in the lavender and purple flower field.
The autumn sunset is also poetic. The setting sun dyed the clouds on the horizon red, and the disc-shaped sunset soon fell on the wall against the clouds, and the black shadow gradually enveloped the earth. Finally, the sun jumped into the mountains like hide-and-seek, and darkness immediately swallowed up the earth. Then, like the light in the daytime, it lit up and broke the short and precious night.
I want to stop and get drunk, but the moving ship has no iron anchor; I want to go back and relive my old dreams, but no way back is already behind me. Because the pendulum of time has never stopped for a moment, living in the turbulent tide has given us constant bumps.