You wrote a poem for me, it floated in the early summer sunshine and never came back
In the golden autumn, when I picked up a fallen leaf in my hand, I suddenly realized that this was the answer you gave me.
But the answer is that it is so fragile. As soon as I noticed it, it disappeared.
The gentle breeze blew away the fragile fragments, blowing them in all directions and scattering them in uninhabited corners.
I really want to catch up and take a good look at the answer you gave me.
But I can't find it anymore, I can't catch it
Purpose: Tell a story