You took my blessing to the other side of the mountain.
We agreed to come back in autumn.
Never part.
Everyone agrees that it will never change.
Unless things change.
We agreed never to forget.
Unless the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
Before turning around
You put a red bean tree in front of the door.
I water it with dribs and drabs of memories every day
Its nutrition is your gentle smile.
The root of interweaving is my relationship with you.
Get through the hot summer.
Infiltration of overflowing plum rain
I can't stop after all.
The crazy spread of branches and leaves
Now I'm going to Qiu Lai in spring.
Miss Green, wait for Rhett.
It's bright in early autumn, and the sky is exceptionally blue.
You look as if you were right in front of you.
The wind is blowing gently, blowing to the other side of the mountain.
I will wait for you in autumn, even if I focus on my desire.
I will wait for you under the red bean tree, even if I dry my tears.
Where are you? Do you want to see through all the scenery?
Where are you? Can you hear my gentle call?
Autumn wind, falling leaves.
Fall into the lingering past
Lonely shadow
Lengthens the distance between time and space.
Your vows are still in your heart.
Obsession is the only gesture.
I will wait for you here forever.
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When the road in front of the door is green
How can I compare with your bright eyes and white teeth?
When the paintings of distant mountains became popular.
How can I resist that little cinnabar between your eyebrows?
I promised to come back in autumn.
Why hasn't your figure appeared yet?
Sometimes I think.
When the first snowflake in winter
I haven't had time to float.
When the last yellow leaf in late autumn
Still attached to the trunk
Farewell to the last conversation in autumn
Will you suddenly appear in front of my eyes
Hold my hand affectionately.
I'm waiting for your autumn poem.
Hug your chest, sing a chrysanthemum fragrance and look forward to it.
Bury a fallen hero and recite a prosperous season.
I will wait for you in the autumn wind.
Waiting for the buds of your branches.
With candles and a wisp of reverie
Pour a line of shallow ink to tell a poem.
I am waiting for you in the whisper of autumn rain.
Waiting for the green leaves you wrote before the roll.
A river is cool in spring, and all of my heart waves are released.
Enjoy a clump of reed white and sigh.
I am waiting for you in the autumn waters.
Waiting for your smile in the cold
I will wait for you.
Waiting for you to walk through the residual clothes
When you walk through the blood-stained maple red
Waiting for you to walk through the bleak memory.
I will wait for you.
When you ask about the scenery on the other side
Bring back the glory of spring
Waiting for your warm and anxious mood
Bring flowers.
I will wait for you.
my heart
Has been integrated into the autumn waiting.
Will not give up the dream table
Sing a song of hope on the branches of the season
I will wait for you.