In early autumn, maple leaves fill the sky. Once dyed with ink, the light will disappear and the goodness will disappear.
Destiny is not the palm prints clenched in the palm of your hand, but the threads wrapped around your fingertips.
Drinking cold and warm by yourself, you don't know the joys and sorrows. There are many times of glory and many misfortunes in this life.
In the end, only one person was left to bury the corpse, chant a wordless poem, and stand in front of the unknown grave.
From now on, your golden cup will no longer be full, and I will enjoy it as much as I want.
If you are going to fall into hell, it would be better to never see heaven.
Warning: The first half of the text is very sweet and the end is very sad.