2. Leaves fall to the roots, just like I left you, but I still look at you from a distance, your joys and sorrows.
3. You say, I love you. I smiled, and the autumn wind was bleak. It was careless of you to say that. What should I do? ...
4,。 You say, let's break up! Then, I left ... I was alone, curled up in the corner, crying alone, trembling like autumn leaves. ...
5, falling red is not a heartless thing, turning into spring mud to protect flowers.