在这秋天的清晨
我想起你
每一个陌生的面孔
打开一缕苦涩的笑容
你好，秋天
走好，秋天
Life as poem, Death beyond water!
To Live, It means to be sick of a long time.
Life as poem, Death beyond water!
To Live, It means to be sick of a long time.
在这秋天的清晨
我想起你
每一个陌生的面孔
打开一缕苦涩的笑容
你好，秋天
走好，秋天
