They first met amid the bleak autumn wind. Later, he became her autumn: gentle, yet sorrowful. Their story began in autumn and ended in midsummer.
Summer came to an end, and the deep affection she had felt for him reached its end, too, in a grand finale...
In the autumn wind, she wrote a new chapter of her youth, one that had nothing to do with him...
From then on, autumn was just autumn.
Theme: May every encounter have a beginning and an end, rather than becoming a tragedy marked by regret in the years of youth
