There is still some fragrance in the fallen flowers-tassels,
There is still some fragrance in the fallen flowers,
The withered branches are melancholy,
The autumn rain outside the window is deeper and cooler.
Who sighs for a long time behind the curtain,
A little red and painful,
It's hard to understand that feeling,
I don't know, you,
How many secrets are hidden in your heart,
When you scatter the lingering fragrance in the wind,
That's my treasure,
There is still some fragrance in the fallen flowers,
A piece of comfort,
Continuous autumn rain knows what I mean,
And then hide the dream deeply,
There is still some fragrance in the fallen flowers,
The withered branches are melancholy,
The autumn rain outside the window is deeper and cooler.
Who sighs for a long time behind the curtain,
There is still some fragrance in the fallen flowers,
A little red and painful,
Who dreams when he is lonely,
It's hard to understand that feeling,
I don't know, you,
How many secrets are hidden in your heart,
When you scatter the lingering fragrance in the wind,
That's my treasure,
There is still some fragrance in the fallen flowers,
A piece of comfort,
Continuous autumn rain knows what I mean,
And then hide the dream deeply,
And then hide the dream deeply,