Autumn,
I once,
It's not a season that I really like.
Because,
After a bountiful harvest,
It always means that,
The beginning of solitude.
But now,
My favorite season,
It is precisely autumn.
Because in autumn,
I can meet you again.
The autumn wind,
As if carrying your body fragrance,
Constantly, constantly,
Brushing past the lovers,
Seems to say to them:
Cherish this beautiful marriage!
Don't be like me,
Can only wait,
Keep waiting!













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