When the Autumn Wind Comes Again Next Year

If memory is like a bright moon that appears every night, then I will sit quietly in the middle of the basketball court and light a cigarette, waiting for you to disappear; unfortunately, the cigarette went out and the stadium lights went out. In the end, I still couldn't wait for you to disappear completely and go to a new place to meet a new person. But it doesn't matter. At least, I want to try and forget all of this. I have tried my best, but I can't forget it. Then accompany me quietly under the ginkgo tree until the autumn wind picks up again next year! ,,,, This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.