Love sprouts, disputes end, farewell is green, nostalgia takes root, the sun is green, the moon is red, and the pupils of youth are rainbow-colored.
Throughout the summer, there will always be a shower of rain and a mouthful of watermelon. Throughout the autumn, there will always be a piece of withered yellow and a cool breeze.
I want to complete a trajectory alone, which is born in summer and disappears in autumn.
Conception: