𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮
ʙʏ ʙʟɪss ᴄᴀʀᴍᴀɴ

When the leaves are flying
Across the azure sky,
Autumn on the hill top
Turns to say good-by;

In her gold-red tunic,
Like an Eastern queen,
With untarnished courage
In her wilding mien.

All the earth below her
Answers to her gaze,
And her eyes are pensive
With remembered days.

Yet, with cheek ensanguined,
Gay at heart she goes
On the great adventure
Where the north wind blows.

@卢昱晓_ #卢昱晓[超话]# #路易威登早春秀#