瓦罐里的乡音被雨水纠缠,我的凋零不是意外。如今秋风乍起,敞开的位置向西,短短的离别不过是一场插曲。刀光拖动暗色,你的追逐覆盖路途,一滴水声如天籁。一片落叶,就是我的摇曳。秋色从容,不曾离开你的天空。必须提到那些鸟类,从身边飞过。虚构一个黎明,跌落尘埃,需要学会种植昨夜星辰,与人间生死。容许我闪烁并进入,从而成为秋天的身体。其中的一部分苍茫,像流水,背负咫尺的 The accent in the jar was entangled in the rain and my dying was not an accident. Now autumn winds, open to the west, just parting is just an episode. Dao light drag dark, your chase cover the road, a drop of sound of water such as Teana. A deciduous, is my swaying. Autumn calm, never left your sky. The birds must be mentioned and flew by. Imagine a dawn, fall dust, you need to learn to grow last night’s stars, and life and death. Allow me to flicker and enter, thus becoming a fall body. Some of them vast, like water, bear close