There is nothing too attractive about the introduction, it is just a relationship of love and hate, reconciliation and separation...
The air in autumn is always refreshing, without the dryness of summer or the coldness of winter. Even the fallen leaves record this story. Fallen leaves are very brittle and can easily fall apart if stepped on, but their veins will remain connected. It's like this relationship is connected by a strange love, like flesh and blood growing wildly and wantonly.
Pain. Been again. Needed.
