The leaves will slowly turn yellow, but the scenery is still so beautiful. Maybe it's just a memory that is eternal in my heart, and there is a world of mine that you have not yet experienced under the autumn sycamores. And you are already fading away, and the coming of night is a sign that the dew is coming.

I think I owe a deep appreciation for your presence, even if it's a thing of the past, and it's enough to be able to flash your little image on the occasional sleepless night. If there is no past, I can't appreciate my scenery today, I am still wandering along the way, waiting or looking forward to it; It doesn't matter to me whether it's a watch or a dream, because you're gone, and the stars are beginning to whisper softly in the sky. It's like a kind of hypnosis, but the only thing for me is a kind of excitement, and for you is a kind of forgetfulness.

I tried to deceive anyone, but I didn't deceive myself. All of this is because of those regrets after your appearance, the years hypnotized the world day by day, and I clearly knew that the world did not belong to my dreams in the first place, you have your life, and I have my direction. Your departure is because of the call of your world, and my guard is because of the traction of my world, I just hope that you can go well along the way, don't waste the years like me, and in the end it will be a phantom of the mirror.

I don't know if this is already the return of each other, whether this is the beginning of me. It's not important to you anymore, and maybe not that important to me. The important thing is that all this has a new beginning, and in the midst of constant change, I set sail again:

The beauty of the meteor lights up the pile of miscellaneous notes that are like waste paper to you, and you don't have any heartache at all, because you haven't even turned the first page, just like I learned many years later, because I don't know, I don't have heartache. It was your choice, and it made me understand that giving up sometimes requires a kind of cruelty, cruelty to deprive yourself of all the confiding in you, because you have identified your direction, just as I have identified the same reason that I am chasing you. The beauty of the meteor lies in the instantaneous burning, and perhaps that pile of miscellaneous notes is the bonfire that lights up the meteor.

The sky is restless, and the mood changes will have different weather. When the mood is particularly low, there will be lightning, a beautiful lie between you and me a lightning bolt, it is a dazzling light, piercing our young eyes, before we have time to protect our eyesight, has confused our eyes, unable to see the future. We can understand our confusion and confusion, and of course, there is our separation from each other. I hope you can remember as clearly as I do that the light of a meteor is not exactly what we need.

The speed of a meteor could not be compared to the beauty of a short period of time, neither the sun nor the moon, they have been eternally rotating in the universe for many times that we cannot calculate. It's just a hurried encounter, just a hurried mistake, you have your purpose, and I carry this short rest. I no longer need to understand why I am so lucky to be your choice, but I have no regrets, because in these short days, I am so happy. And after your beautiful tail burns my weak hands, I hope you still have a little scattered ash to show your feelings.

The smell of meteors may be like the changes in this world, in fact, many times, even if you and I calculate well, there is still no change

What rules can be followed. We can't plan clearly, and we can't even fully grasp today's happiness. Carefully grasping that little bit of happiness is the only way to keep beautiful memories.

We can't say a word for the future to last, we can only say sorry for the blankness of tomorrow. Because in the blink of an eye, you may be gone, and I may be gone, and I may not even have time to taste the sweetness.