"A Window of Light Autumn" Falling leaves quietly passed my window to completely filter the bad things from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain from the forest to the lake, one by one, it can't stop people singing songs with flowers and grass and future love from the swaying red leaves to the moon on the top of the mountain. She turned her sorrow into a golden sun at the top of the mountain, and she made up her impressionist makeup among lovers. I am a single-winged bird, often drowned all autumn. Oaths are dying. Forgiveness and love flow everywhere. I think I will harvest you in the shallow autumn and the fallen leaves outside the window. Start, hug and sleep (2019.8.20)