In fact the autumn there is love love leaves come into deep mud

In fact, the autumn there is love, love leaves come into deep mud, I use the ups and downs of this life, amidst the bustling, moisten the afterlife you blooming flowers. Autumn is also there is love, love the new arrival in the autumn wind, I used blown displeased with yellow foliage power, let you hide in the heart of that a little tenderness into the completely dissipate into the atmosphere. Autumn is also there is love, love in the rhythm of the rain, I used a moral of drops of cold, wash your soul the depths of solitude and desolation.

Love is a poem, rhythm of the poem in the cycle delay flowing in breezing to the four seasons, but autumn is the season a lonely, love in the line of intentionally or unintentionally overflows a plume of blue.

The depth of life, is gratitude. The depth of love and is Takin. The depth of my happiness, that is, both in this world, and you met, fell in love, stay, forever, and be joyous feeling each other's lives more exciting, let ordinary time overflows the color of love.