You walked into my heart
I want to pick up the colors of late autumn
Still want to see the decline of fallen leaves
Your chic smile
Stained red and tranquil
The flying red leaves
Who belongs to
In your eyes
The azure blue lake
Qiuser
Melted the ice in my heart
Let the sadness of poetry month
Changed taste
With color
Soft whispers
Hidden a little secret
because of you
As shy as a song in wine
A hopeful morning begins
About the Creator
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