It is suddenly late in the world, and the mountains and rivers are already autumn.
When you turn around, summer becomes a story, when you look back, autumn becomes scenery.
I want to store romance in autumn so that I can give it to you in winter.
Our summer escapes easily and disappears into the realm of beauty.
My love has long been wasted in the heat, but the short silence belongs to autumn, the lasting heartbreak belongs to autumn, and the longing that does not need to be brewed also belongs to autumn.
"Even if this world is not worth it, I have never let it down."
"Choose what you love, love what you choose. The first four words are the first half of your life, and the good four words are the remaining years."
"Our love was a taboo. In those depressed years, I met you and you stayed with me for the rest of my life."
Concept: Funeral of Roses