Into the breeze of incense,
Smell the milky flower on the way we pass.
The new season is speckled with flowers,
Where open love bursts into the heart.
Fall, collect, hide and seek,
The pig is cold, the birds are in a hurry.
The weather is pulling in autumn,
Make the scene change amazingly.
In the morning, the dew gently blows,
Summer green leaves, now changing to yellow leaves.