In autumn, I miss you. . . .
On the swing, she always smiled so brightly. On the back under the tree, he was silent. He only hoped that the "swing" would be happy. There are traces of people sitting on the lawn, these are their memories...
They walked together with sweet smiles on their faces.
They walked together, and he gave her a warm embrace. .
He was alone, but he only guarded her silently. . .
Here, in autumn, when the autumn wind blows, it will cause ripples. They are the only ones who know this place, and like guests, they often come here to "visit the past". Their journey begins here, continues forever, and will not stop...