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西風把芒花抖成了海浪
一堆堆稻草在泥土上註記著豐收
北雁南來，取笑著我的秋冬
其實殘留的畫面，仍是溫暖的天堂
想把秋的顏色，裝在盒子裡，當成你的顏料
盒子破了個洞，一路漏滲著虹霞的韻采
夏天蓊鬱的綠，被渲染成了紅袍，
鑲著黃邊的蕾絲，點綴著一塊塊的澄橘
我回頭一看 就傻了眼
這一路上顏色浮現的 竟是妳的微笑
皺褶的記憶，我用熨斗燙平
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West wind makes miscanthus into waves
Piles of straw writes down the harvest on the ground
The wild geese coming from the north tease my autumn and winter
However, the remaining videos are still the warm heaven
Want to fill the color of autumn in the box for your paint
The hole of the box leaks the pigment of the rainbow
The green of the summer was dyed to a red robe
Inlay yellow lace and decorate orange dots
I turn back to look but am shocked
Your smile surfaces along the road
The wrinkled memory, I iron it
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