Hu Ye said: "I suddenly got tired of those noisy ~ I don't like to be lively." Suddenly I want to count the stories of time in a quiet corner~ Ran~ silently reciting every reunion and parting.

I gradually like quality things~ simple without losing color~ it is very comfortable to wear and take care of~ it's like meeting you~ shallow and shallow~ simple keep~ as soon as I turn around~ I can see your gentle eyes.

I leaned in the morning light~ Flipping through the previous words~ Some words were a little green~ Those times~ I used poems to pile up~ word by word~ to write down all kinds of encounters.

Walking in the autumn ~ the wind rises and the leaves fall ~ the autumn yellow sand rustles in a place ~ the lawsuit is listening ~ I don't know if my heart is drunk or broken ~ the scattered agricultural leaves in that place ~ in the autumn wind to play a drunken and beautiful music.

Some of the east and west, when you pick it up hard~ the faster the seedlings pass by ~ such as friendship and bribery ~ and feelings ~ I want to sound and collect those perfections ~ but there are some people ~ some things ~ I am still powerless to recover ~ hurriedly slipped away from the fingers ~ not all the fate of speed will not be inseparable ~ Mei is not all cherished will be understood by Guo people ~ I am willing to do it in the world of thin affection ~ and read ~ and regret it.

It's autumn.

A rain after an inch of rain ~ Thoroughly watering the autumn ~ The heart wanders in the autumn wind ~ Bury some sorrow in the autumn shadow of the liver ~ Stop or stop ~ I search for the shadow of your silicon in the rain curtain.

Suddenly tired of those noisy ~ don't like to be lively. Suddenly I want to count the stories of time in a quiet corner~ Ran~ silently reciting every reunion and parting.

I gradually like quality things~ simple without losing color~ it is very comfortable to wear and take care of~ it's like meeting you~ shallow and shallow~ simple keep~ as soon as I turn around~ I can see your gentle eyes.

I leaned in the morning light~ Flipping through the previous words~ Some words were a little green~ Those times~ I used poems to pile up~ word by word~ to write down all kinds of encounters.

Walking in the autumn ~ the wind rises and the leaves fall ~ the autumn yellow sand rustles in a place ~ the lawsuit is listening ~ I don't know if my heart is drunk or broken ~ the scattered agricultural leaves in that place ~ in the autumn wind to play a drunken and beautiful music.

Some of the east and west, when you pick it up hard~ the faster the seedlings pass by ~ such as friendship and bribery ~ and feelings ~ I want to sound and collect those perfections ~ but there are some people ~ some things ~ I am still powerless to recover ~ hurriedly slipped away from the fingers ~ not all the fate of speed will not be inseparable ~ Mei is not all cherished will be understood by Guo people ~ I am willing to do it in the world of thin affection ~ and read ~ and regret it.

It's autumn.

A rain after an inch of rain ~ Thoroughly watering the autumn ~ The heart wanders in the autumn wind ~ Bury some sorrow in the autumn shadow of the liver ~ Stop or stop ~ I search for the shadow of your silicon in the rain curtain.

Suddenly tired of those noisy ~ don't like to be lively. Suddenly I want to count the stories of time in a quiet corner~ Ran~ silently reciting every reunion and parting.

I gradually like quality things~ simple without losing color~ it is very comfortable to wear and take care of~ it's like meeting you~ shallow and shallow~ simple keep~ as soon as I turn around~ I can see your gentle eyes.

I leaned in the morning light~ Flipping through the previous words~ Some words were a little green~ Those times~ I used poems to pile up~ word by word~ to write down all kinds of encounters.

Walking in the autumn ~ the wind rises and the leaves fall ~ the autumn yellow sand rustles in a place ~ the lawsuit is listening ~ I don't know if my heart is drunk or broken ~ the scattered agricultural leaves in that place ~ in the autumn wind to play a drunken and beautiful music.

Some of the east and west, when you pick it up hard~ the faster the seedlings pass by ~ such as friendship and bribery ~ and feelings ~ I want to sound and collect those perfections ~ but there are some people ~ some things ~ I am still powerless to recover ~ hurriedly slipped away from the fingers ~ not all the fate of speed will not be inseparable ~ Mei is not all cherished will be understood by Guo people ~ I am willing to do it in the world of thin affection ~ and read ~ and regret it.

It's autumn.

A rain after an inch of rain ~ Thoroughly watering the autumn ~ The heart wanders in the autumn wind ~ Bury some sorrow in the autumn shadow of the liver ~ Stop or stop ~ I search for the shadow of your silicon in the rain curtain.

Suddenly tired of those noisy ~ don't like to be lively. Suddenly I want to count the stories of time in a quiet corner~ Ran~ silently reciting every reunion and parting.

I gradually like quality things~ simple without losing color~ it is very comfortable to wear and take care of~ it's like meeting you~ shallow and shallow~ simple keep~ as soon as I turn around~ I can see your gentle eyes.

I leaned in the morning light~ Flipping through the previous words~ Some words were a little green~ Those times~ I used poems to pile up~ word by word~ to write down all kinds of encounters.

Walking in the autumn ~ the wind rises and the leaves fall ~ the autumn yellow sand rustles in a place ~ the lawsuit is listening ~ I don't know if my heart is drunk or broken ~ the scattered agricultural leaves in that place ~ in the autumn wind to play a drunken and beautiful music.

Some of the east and west, when you pick it up hard~ the faster the seedlings pass by ~ such as friendship and bribery ~ and feelings ~ I want to sound and collect those perfections ~ but there are some people ~ some things ~ I am still powerless to recover ~ hurriedly slipped away from the fingers ~ not all the fate of speed will not be inseparable ~ Mei is not all cherished will be understood by Guo people ~ I am willing to do it in the world of thin affection ~ and read ~ and regret it.

It's autumn.

A rain after an inch of rain ~ Thoroughly watering the autumn ~ The heart wanders in the autumn wind ~ Bury some sorrow in the autumn shadow of the liver ~ Stop or stop ~ I search for the shadow of your silicon in the rain curtain.

Suddenly tired of those noisy ~ don't like to be lively. Suddenly I want to count the stories of time in a quiet corner~ Ran~ silently reciting every reunion and parting.

I gradually like quality things~ simple without losing color~ it is very comfortable to wear and take care of~ it's like meeting you~ shallow and shallow~ simple keep~ as soon as I turn around~ I can see your gentle eyes.

I leaned in the morning light~ Flipping through the previous words~ Some words were a little green~ Those times~ I used poems to pile up~ word by word~ to write down all kinds of encounters.

Walking in the autumn ~ the wind rises and the leaves fall ~ the autumn yellow sand rustles in a place ~ the lawsuit is listening ~ I don't know if my heart is drunk or broken ~ the scattered agricultural leaves in that place ~ in the autumn wind to play a drunken and beautiful music.

Some of the east and west, when you pick it up hard~ the faster the seedlings pass by ~ such as friendship and bribery ~ and feelings ~ I want to sound and collect those perfections ~ but there are some people ~ some things ~ I am still powerless to recover ~ hurriedly slipped away from the fingers ~ not all the fate of speed will not be inseparable ~ Mei is not all cherished will be understood by Guo people ~ I am willing to do it in the world of thin affection ~ and read ~ and regret it.

It's autumn.

A rain after an inch of rain ~ Thoroughly watering the autumn ~ The heart wanders in the autumn wind ~ Bury some sorrow in the autumn shadow of the liver ~ Stop or stop ~ I search for the shadow of your silicon in the rain curtain.