It was late autumn when they met when they were five and seven years old.
It was late autumn, when they were seventeen and nineteen years old, they went to the border.
It was late autumn, and they confided in the border
That day, the autumn wind blew, and he watched him die on horseback. He watched him be stabbed to death by the enemy's sword.
It was late autumn again. He sat in front of his grave and whispered to him. Butterflies flew on his shoulders. He said: "I will come to you soon, Zhu Xie, very soon."
After Xie Tangyan died, he was buried with Zhu Xie. They liked autumn and the beauty of autumn.
Many years later, descendants only talked about them a few words, and no one wanted to mention that they were buried together.
They are butterflies in late autumn, very rare and extremely precious
Intention: sad sad sad