秋风浅,花期谢,雁归去,渡尘缘。你从我的树下打马而过,踏碎唐宋西楼的思念,溅湿了幽幽岁月,冷却了花香留恋。关于云,关于雨,关于路,关于月,关于不曾期许的逢遇,都化作擦肩而过的镜花水月。谁的落花痛了足迹,谁的等待瘦了季节?谁是谁的风景,谁又乱了谁的流年?错过花期,错过际遇,也就错过你。尽 Autumn shallow, flowering Xie, goose go, crossing the edge of dust. You hit the horse from my tree, breaking the West Tower of Tang and Song miss, splash wet faint years, cooling the flowers nostalgia. About the cloud, about the rain, about the road, on the month, on the unexpected encounter, are turned into a mirror of the moon and moon. Whose drop of flowers hurt the footprints, who’s waiting for the lost season? Who is the scenery, who mess up who fleeting? Missed the flowering, missed the occasion, also miss you. Do