Late autumn of that year

I see that you have not retained

The leaves have a helpless vermilion

The dew that used to flow is gone

It's not too cold

But there are signs of hibernation

How the autumn is green, how to adjust me

In this age of looking at faces

I don't have the peacock to show off

Silence is a silent manifestation of courtship

It was just a simple week

You sit in front of me

Short hair tied in a ponytail

Wear my favorite white shirt and black pants

And as beautiful as a lily

afterward

The service was dispersed

You're scattered, too

My Western-style church wedding is gone

What is left is full of autumn sorrow

"Song of Things" 93 Autumn sorrow is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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