The city is a mess. She always likes to sit alone by the river, holding her face in her hands and letting the wind blow on her face.
What she likes most is the autumn wind. There was a hint of coolness in the comfort, which inexplicably made her feel very relaxed.
But in that season, at that young and ignorant age, she met someone. The boy was as cool as water and as warm as fire, satisfying all her fantasies about the opposite sex.
At the age of ten, the love interest begins. Because she likes him, she wants to be with him forever. It can only be him, no one else.
Therefore, the autumn wind is not as good as him.
Concept: Love in youth is not fruitless, perhaps it is just unsatisfactory.