The autumn wind blows across the river bank, and the returning geese fly across the sky.
Old friends who had been separated for several years reunited in the dusk, and the unfinished heartbeat of their youth was hidden in the evening breeze and falling geese.
The regrets that we once passed by each other will finally meet and be fulfilled slowly during the season when the geese return.
Intention: Missing is not the ending, meeting again is the beginning.