秋风飒飒,以一种傲立的姿势来到,拂过脸颊,还是有些冷意。这天空,这云朵,这树,这叶,都在更换了主人之时,变幻了伪装。也许是秋霜泛白了心迹,灰白占据了眼底。即便再怎么用心,疏离的身影,一直清瘦在身边,无法抛却,无法删除。此前种种,今后种种,彼此纠缠,互相缠绕。嘈嘈杂杂的心曲,理不出一阙完整的篇章。所有的一切聚集在一处,像极了绷紧的琴弦,只需轻轻一碰, Autumn rustling, in a proud position to come, brushing his cheek, or some cold. This sky, this cloud, this tree, this leaf, has changed masters, changes disguise. Autumn frost may be white heart, gray occupied the eyes. Even then how hard, alienated figure, has been thin around, can not be left behind, can not be deleted. After all kinds of all kinds of future, entangled with each other, intertwined. Noisy noisy heart song, can not justify a complete chapter. All together in one place, like a very tight strings, just gently touch,