Beautiful things are always like fairy tales, or like autumn. Everyone may have people or things that are unforgettable, or they are deep in the memory, or they still affect the present. The protagonist is originally alone. If he hadn't met that person on the street in his childhood, or he would have had a different life. She was grateful for everything she had regained after losing it. New faces kept appearing in her life. She also wanted to feel and cherish it, but in the end it turned out that she could not let go of the vague but clear golden autumn of childhood deep in her memory. Maybe true letting go is to face rather than ignore.
Intention: Remember the past, feel the present, and always move forward.