This autumn is so sweet,

it gives me so many presents,

this autumn is my best award,

this autumn is my golden lord.

I am lost in this warm September,

my love looks like an ember,

but only with a tender touch

it turns into a fire and burns much.

Maybe it’s my last flight,

so, I will hold it very tight.

I will not wait for the spring,

I would love in th...

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