That autumn day, she fell into my heart like flying golden leaves, and her figure took root in my mind. I thought it was like the spring breeze blowing on her cheek, but unexpectedly, it was no match for the cold wind;
He is like the warm sun in winter, silently guarding my side, warming my heart with persistence and gentleness. But in the end, I couldn't penetrate the envelope of the cold wind...
He brings me hope, and despair serves as the gift of hope to redefine our future.
She once brought me endless hope, but in the end, all that was left was despair.
Concept: □□ funeral style lyrical novel