Mountain village in late autumn
When I was in late autumn, I went to a mountain village and now I these
No longer seen, a scrape fell
The leaves are burning.
It's time to meet a nostalgic scene
In the smoke that wraps the village, the incense of autumn somehow
The feeling of being secretly jammed
What I see in the poetic scene
It felt nice and comfortable.
It's one of my favorite sights.