本帖最后由 小舌头 于 2025-9-5 15:20 编辑
Falling leaves, yeah, they cover the ground,
Whispers of the season, no one’s around.
Golden skies turn to ashes of gray,
Summer’s gone, time just slips away.
It’s fall, I’m lost in the breeze,
Memories falling like the red maple leaves.
The world gets colder, but my mind won’t freeze,
I’m searching for the light that hides in the trees.
Steps on the pavement, echo through the night,
Chasing all the moments that faded from my sight.
The wind is a poet, it speaks in decay,
Every breath I take, it takes more away.
From green to gold, then brown to dust,
Everything ends, yeah, endings are a must. |