I know the wind is coming

It's at night

The leaves feel autumn cool

Judging by the layers of the leaves scattered

I knew you did it

You're the only one who speaks with humor

Usually coquettish and very serious

And this time,

The wind also carries your distant lovesickness

Acacia is bitter and emotional

I can't see you on the road

Where have you been?

And I didn't keep you

I really want to be at the moment when you pick the leaves

Hold your hand

Your skillful hands

Why did you leave when you came?

Maybe I can't give you happiness yet

That's what you know from the leaves

Because there is my breath in the leaves

I don't know if I can get you back

If you insist on going back

All right!

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Note: The poem is expressed in the form of a detective

"Song of Things" I know the wind is coming and is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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