It started in September, I read it in September, I loved it in September, and it ended in September. My whole life seems to be related to September. I was born on the first day of September, and I met you on the same day. We are the so-called childhood sweethearts. There are no big differences or troublesome misunderstandings. Everything is so beautiful. From the babbling of childhood to the ignorant feelings of adolescence. We are truly from black hair to white hair, from school uniforms to wedding dresses.
In September, I was born, I fell in love, and I got married.
I fall in love with you, we will be together in September