AUTUMN LYRICS
The evening dew falls on the dirt road,
And the mountain is misting.
All nature are resting.
Things that have all the senses,
In each of the foreign country dialects,
A night of shouts to one's voice.
An autumn night in which the dream of life mournful.
The tree no longer stretches,
Wash the leaves with a drop of tears
And prepare a fantasy color.
Open the harmony of vertical and horizontal,
To calculate the centrifugal force falling one by one,
A wave of autumn leaves.
The last gift to bury one's territory.
On the day when the northern cold air comes down,
The wind flutters and wields a pole.