火红的枫叶
把岁月折叠成
醉秋的扉页
飘落在你潮湿的窗台上
醉秋的扉页
记载我们的曾经
晃动深夜长长的叹息
浸染滴滴晨露的思念
或许
这醉秋的扉页
深深烙印我们的曾经
却无法触碰灵魂深处
醉美的深秋
utumn
Fiery maple leaves
Have folded years into
The title page of the drunken autumn
Floating on the wet windowsill
The title page of the drunken autumn
Records our past
Shakes the long sigh in midnight
Infiltrates drops of morning dew with reminiscence
Maybe
The title page of the drunken autumn
Has deeply stigmatized our past
But doesn’t touch the intoxication and beauty of late
autumn
In the deep place of the soul
