Such as dead leaves leaving trees, residual flowers turning into mud.

At the end of the song, you and I are gone forever.

The yellow dead leaves under the tree were blown away by the wind. First I jumped a few times in mid-air, and then I caught up with him. Really naughty. Forget it. Go find her.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and I couldn't help wrapping my coat tightly. On the unknown tree by the roadside, a few dead leaves slowly fell. They are spinning and dancing in the air, which makes them tremble in the cold wind. I reached out and caught a fallen leaf. The dry texture is so clear that it looks like an old man's weather-beaten hands!

Gently stepping on the dead leaves at your feet, silently staring at the city under the neon, suddenly feel that there are indeed more emotions in your eyes? Care? Give up?

When a dead leaf falls from the branch, it is beautiful to draw the trajectory of life calmly in the air; When an egret flies slowly on the smoky water, all the way to the depths of the smoke, it is beautiful … but they are all lonely. It is loneliness that gives them fantastic colors.