Love Is the Fallen Leaves in Late Autumn

The hazy rain implicated my love with another person, but the end of love passed quietly in countless tears. Youth is a bright and indifferent sadness. When I look back on the past, her back quietly stretches into my mind and often lingers. When love comes to the point of life and death, tears have flowed out of my eyes many times and dropped coldly on the palm of the other person's hand. I have never thought that the edge of the cliff would become our final destination. The love-like crystal carries our deep feelings. At the moment of falling, she gave me the last kiss, but love is endless in another space, where there is no secular world, no mortal world, and no life and death...