A yellow leaf flies by,

Quietly drew a trace,

That's the trajectory of autumn,

On the road of reincarnation,

I've come to the end,

There was silence in the night,

That's all living things,

A swan song with the last voice,

Not for what?

Or hope to take a second look,

This is the familiar world,

The bitterness of parting,

The fate of reunion,

Spring flowers and autumn moons,

It's as if you're just smiling.

Falling leaves,

After experiencing the flying sky,

Quietly withered to the earth,

buried in the dirt,

Quietly left this nostalgic world.

That's a kind of helplessness,

That's a kind of emotion,

That's a lament,

God of Destiny,

can only let him reincarnate in this short autumn.

Even if it's just to take a second look,

It is also his most perfect luxury.

Competing flowers,

Without courage,

Only quietly bowed his head,

Slowly withering,

She hasn't finished showing her sweet dancing,

Just quietly left,

Walking so lightly,

So calmly,

Leaving not a trace,

Overnight,

Not a soul was there.

The past is vivid,

Where can the butterflies go?

The ends of the earth and the cape,

Seeing each other and not knowing each other,

This life is only for you,

Where is the next life?

Searching everywhere,

Looking for a residual leaf,

The fragrance has long since melted,

Empty handed

Pick up fallen leaves all over the ground,

Ask the west wind.

Where are the autumn leaves and flowers,

The west wind is fierce,

The third autumn used to be a harsh winter.