Watching the flowers fall

Watching the flowers fall, reading life silently,

It's another season when flowers fall in bloom.

Flowers scattered by the wind and rain tonight,

Stay on the ground, sad scene,

Smell faint flowers, faint thoughts, faint frown. ...

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The moon is dark and cold, and the years are like songs. Time flies. I didn't notice. Twenty years have passed. Looking at the faint photos of last year, it seems like yesterday. After all, it was an old and naughty face, so I fell in love with the sad handwriting.

Breathe a cool breeze, heart, can't help but hurt.

The weather in late autumn is still cool, looking at the dark gray sky full of sadness, lamenting that the autumn in which the fallen leaves fly is so sad, not because of the withering of the fallen leaves, but because the flowers are similar year after year and people are different year after year. This unchangeable law, withered flowers will bloom again in the coming year, and the blooming fragrance will remain unchanged and endless. I was born young, young.

The breeze blows like a butterfly, dancing, flourishing, the wind passes, and the ground is desolate. After the prosperity, we sigh for the flowers and shadows. We are always used to taking the present road with memories, and then at a casual moment, we think of the dribs and drabs of the past and suddenly burst into tears. The original road can't go back, and the footsteps of youth are gradually drifting away.