Met in autumn, parted in midsummer
"Autumn is approaching, can summer be far behind?"
"The speed of falling sycamore leaves is five centimeters per second."
"I don't know. But I hope we can still see the scenery together."
"Until all autumns are gone, until the last summer comes, until the end of time, until memory itself becomes eternal."
Intention: Understanding autumn and distinguishing it from summer