Xia quietly hid in an unstamped letter, carrying all her passion and dreams. In that autumn dream, I saw the summer meteor shower again, boundless, slowly sliding towards the end of the world.
Autumn is shaking her harvest body, reliving every bit of yesterday. The autumn wind blows, shaking off the fluttering golden leaves that don't want to go home. Autumn also makes wishes for summer. With flying yellow leaves, autumn gently buries that beautiful feeling.