Autumn is nostalgic for the past, singing to the west wind, looking for traces in the building, and sleeping in the moon spring.
Thinking about it is that deep love will last forever.
A misunderstanding is sixty years of wasted time. The years have been mottled, but it is not too late to fall in love.
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