While the years are still young.
Before the frost has arrived.
The cool wind does not brush the brow.
The leaves are not yet withered with love.
I slowed down my pace...
Counting those days of wading through a thousand hills.
I always want to steal a few moments of leisure.
In the gurgling river quietly release time.
No need for lyrics.
No lyrics, no rhythm.
Just a single song to play back
I just want to catch the warm sun...
Autumn rain is now disturbing, lonely and asking for wine.
The morning sun is still dreaming
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a lot of money.
Maybe there are too many desires in the world.
The reason why there are so many empty souls.
I don't ask about the passing of the years.
The first thing you need to do is to ask your friends.
The first thing you need to do is to get rid of your feelings...
The years have passed, the night is silent, only the heart is difficult to calm.
The first thing you need to do is to look back...
About the Creator
Wimble Huhman
Where there is soil, where there is water, grass grows
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