That year, that autumn, that day, the ground was golden, and under the sun, the young man was beaming with joy, talking about his ideals, ambitions, and future plans, and the girl beside him admired him extremely, and secretly expressed his heart.
One year, one autumn, one day, the boy said: "I'm sorry, I'm really not interested in you." That night, the girl's eyes were swollen from crying.
Maybe, the person you said you loved till death and that lasted forever was just the person you imagined was suitable for you. Real love is about understanding, tolerance and integration...