Died Without Makeup, Knowing Autumn at Dusk

"Flowers bloom and fall and go with the wind. They are destined to originate and perish." "Passing under the bridge at noon, the fragrance of clothes and the silhouettes of people are too hurried." Life encounters are fleeting. Everyone who comes has fate, and everyone who goes has fate dispersed. Destiny is like the wind, coming is also a condition, and going is also a condition. It's fate that you've got it, and it's fate that you haven't gotten it yet. Only by fate can we meet, but without fate, how can we know each other? The white clouds have passed away for thousands of years, and the beauty of youth has gone away slowly, and the eternal pillar is the fate that is broken or continued. In the world of mortals, there is only a faint fragrance lingering in our hearts, so that we can continue our unfinished fate several times in this life! Love has left only traces of heartache! We are destined to meet each other but not to get together! Heaven only owes you lovers! Dare to ask heaven who is true! No one has ever truly loved anyone! The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are hard to get together! What's more, there are lovers in the world! Fate is fate, fate is fate, fate cannot be sought, fate is like the wind, and the wind is unpredictable. The gathering of clouds is fate, and the scattering of clouds is also fate. Emotions are like clouds, ever-changing. When the clouds rise, they are turbulent, and when the clouds fall, they are lonely and soothing. Emotional matters gather and disperse like clouds, fate... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.