Last Night's Breeze

Last night's breeze, autumn is cool, and the golden cinnamon fragrance is long.

The clouds are warm, the courtyard is less occupied, and the pool is empty.

I remember when I first came, the flowers welcomed the purple, and the bluegrass was green in front of the hedge.

Hurriedly flying swallows, three or two finch, trees and jungles.

Thinking of wandering dreams, between the north and the south, who to sing.

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The years are changeable. Less contact, invite and pray for good.

A few more wisps, sad glass of wine, the best time to drink, the road is long, and they look forward to each other.

Lonely as dust, parting is, helpless and sad. Long sighs, vermilion gauze tents.

The path is nostalgic, and the flowers fall into a strong brew. I am full of affection.

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