In September, autumn is approaching, and their meeting is not accidental.
The sound of the piano at that moment witnessed his vow; the fireworks at that moment were his romance for him.
Maybe you've always been there.
The piano is still in its original place, and the sound is faintly present in my ears; the fireworks at that moment are still in the photo album of my mobile phone, and their appearance is still vaguely visible.
But where have you been?
I've been waiting for you for a long time.
I don't want to wait for you anymore.
Goodbye.
I'm going to find you somewhere else.
Note: There is a lot of nonsense at the beginning, so you can skim it; if there are any typos, please remind me, please bear with me, thank you.
Intention: This is also death and rebirth.