The love between wind and rain originates from the blue sky; the love between flowers and grass originates from trees; and the dream between him and me originates from an accident, perhaps from autumn leaves. Fate is a passing by, but it does not belong to love at first sight; love is a street scene of a season, but it does not belong to eachother. He and I, our origin and end, our beginning and end, one word - "autumn" belongs to our seasonal story.