If life is just the first meeting, what is the sad autumn wind painted fan. Where are you now? I have arrived at the school we agreed to fight for together, a strange environment, a strange person, and started a new life. When I met him for the first time, my peaceful life was disturbed. When I met you, my memory was like a movie constantly playing, like a piece of white paper, smeared wantonly, mixed with longing, worry, hesitation, fear... Life is destined to not be ordinary.