Lyrics of Buchuan's sadness of fallen leaves

Sadness of fallen leaves

The aftertaste of the day, breathing the air, this feeling how to say how to do

How to carry the evidence that every bit of beauty has withered

Late autumn rain indifferent scenery a bit superfluous

I'll decide from the next second whether to forget or remember

I can't figure out how to decide. It's a problem you left me

It's hard to mention the forgotten footprints of the past

How can decadent sculpture become gorgeous in the stolen forest

Diary of the end of autumn has been the wind away

Sigh of the night teaches me how to escape yo

Someone on the turf once longed to see those years

Can you be by your side? The past has been abandoned in the vicissitudes

This answer makes me accompany all my life and dare not beg your forgiveness

For you in the open tree bottom, even the wind has disdain expression

Take away your voice

If I am anonymous, I can trust my feelings to my memory

Willing to take the name of strangeness

I use the words of autumn to record the secrets of fallen leaves

Thinking of you with a melancholy face

I use autumn poetry to describe the end of the quiet

Hands holding the heart is about to go

I foreshadow this love with autumn's words

Laughter contains our memories

I use autumn poetry to bury permanent traces

The last leaf is still you

There is no choice but to have an eye barrier in this world

Ignorant people in the lonely world only have the right to admit defeat

This ending, this definition, is sensitive enough to my mind

But also eager to create a miracle in this mood

When it comes, it is getting closer and closer. The figure passing the old tree has no sympathy

Weeping and fighting with loneliness, this kind of breath has been full of the whole forest

For you in the open tree bottom, even the wind has disdain expression

Take away your voice

If I am anonymous, I can trust my feelings to my memory

Willing to take the name of strangeness

I use the words of autumn to record the secrets of fallen leaves

Thinking of you with a melancholy face

I use autumn poetry to describe the end of the quiet

Hands holding the heart is about to go

I foreshadow this love with autumn's words

Laughter contains our memories

I use autumn poetry to bury permanent traces

The last leaf is still you

The last leaf is still you