The autumn wind blows in the face, the fallen leaves are flying, and the yellow fallen leaves pave the road with a golden carpet.
I am used to eating an apple alone;
I am used to looking at the stars in the sky alone;
Getting used to sitting alone on a lonely Ferris wheel;
I am used to celebrating my birthday alone in this sad autumn.
That autumn, we were fighting and making noise on this busy and noisy street, envying others;
This autumn, I stood alone on this noisy street, watching all kinds of men and women flying around me in an instant. But what is left... Is only endless sighs...
(You can read the author's words first before reading the book~~~~~)
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