落花秋染丝，最美那枯叶。                                                                                                             秋来百花尽，只迷恋春风温暖。                                       似手，如波。       抚摸我，爱抚世间。                        秋景寥寥无几，枯叶黄归幽。                             惊艳的总是生命凋零。    心伤的却是这丝丝悲凉。                其实春来秋去，各有其好。                     孩提时，迷恋春的气息。  温暖中清香自来。       长大了，却又为秋所引。     丝丝挂在心头，拂不去，剪不断，人更憔悴。