They first met in the bleak autumn wind. Later, he became her autumn, soft and sad. Their story begins in autumn and ends in midsummer.
Summer is over, and her love for him has also come to an end, ending grandly...
In the autumn wind, she continues to write a new chapter of youth, and it has nothing to do with him...
From now on, autumn is just autumn.
Intention: I hope that all encounters have a beginning and an end, and are not tragedies with regrets in youth.