I read the autumn breeze alone cool
Life is so long, as if a play, inadvertent acquaintance, inadvertent encounter, at the beginning of the lights, destined to meet into a song. The world of the noisy glaze, beautiful and fragile, according to a window of the warm slanting sun, some shallow thoughts in the mind, thoughts, from the bright night diffuse to the present day eyes, I read the autumn breeze alone cool, who read the love on the heart.
