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做上一个秋天做过的事,本身就是一首浪漫的诗。我走在落叶走过的路上,太阳把秋天染成和它一样的颜色,一样的心情。叶子用身体留下脚印,而我却自顾自地把脚印带走。这不是衰落苍老的黄色,
What you did in the autumn is a romantic poem. I walk on the way through the fallen leaves. The sun dyes autumn in the same color and in the same mood. Leaves left footprints on the body, and I took my footprints away. This is not the old yellow