Autumn heather

Purple heather on the gentle horizon
The scent of autumn is bustling with cool breezes.
This place bears the footprints of old days
The years are long and I can't fill them all

The autumn shirt is thin and thin as if
Long poem full of thoughts
Flock of pigeons working hard by the lake
Absorbed in picking up misty memories

I still remember that sad afternoon
Holding in hand the loves of yesterday
Who would think of the day of separation?
In the distant green afternoon, I hear the wind change seasons.

The deserted street sways with each leaf
Counting the falling seasons, the sound has gradually faded away.
Purple heather with sweet afternoon scent
Purple overwhelmed the heart sowing fleeting memories.