深秋来信记忆被深渊浸泡得太久目光早已不习惯几缕清风带来的光芒我在期待着深秋的来信期待着在所有的黑里演奏兴奋与破碎我没有虚张声势,这是秘密你不知道,在时光的侧面一直有一辆火车在隆隆轰响它经停的每一个小站都有朴素的邀请渐渐稀少的快乐在冷空气中显得更加局促当我跑近,又突然止步那些气流,摇晃的窗口,毫不掩饰季节的落寞再也不会有词语包裹的消息不会有水纹一样的暖意蔓延开来几片榉树的叶子在此间落下填补着时间的灰烬,填补着我居住的古城 Late autumn letter memory soaked in the Abyss too long eyes already accustomed to a few rays of the breeze I am looking forward to late autumn letter looking forward to playing in all the excitement and fragmentation of the black I do not bluff this is the secret you do not know, There was always a train on the side of the hour, and every little station that had stopped at it had a simple invitation. Gradually scarce happiness seemed to be even more cramped in the cold air. When I ran and stopped suddenly, the airflow, the window of shaking, Do not hide the loneliness of the season Never have the word Parcel message will not have the same warmth spread of water pattern A few pieces of the beech tree leaves here to fill the ashes of time to fill the ancient city where I live