That's it, the sun's run is over.
Snow falls on the wristbands like a white button,
Turning into a diamond in the night lantern's light.
You're so rich, autumn, you're so kind to me.
That's it, the sun's run is over.
Snow falls on the wristbands like a white button,
Turning into a diamond in the night lantern's light.
You're so rich, autumn, you're so kind to me.
You're so kind to give away death and pain.
You can see everyone's main role.
You're like the stamp of fate on the last envelope.
It's very pleasant to think about death with you.
