The Rain Locks the Autumn

I married my sweetheart. I thought it was a divine match. Unexpectedly, it turned out that every step was taken and all the mechanisms were exhausted: I thought we were childhood sweethearts, but unexpectedly, we were obsessed with love and hate, and our hearts were as cold as ashes... Take a walk in a prosperous place and enjoy all the riches and honors in the world; a moth flies to the flame and is obsessed with love, but in the end the true love is paid to you by mistake. Who has the final say about who loves who hates who is right and who is wrong? They are entangled endlessly and cannot break free. One autumn rain and another cold, the rain hits the sycamore trees, the leaves fall one after another, and the lonely deep courtyard locks up the autumn! Concept: ancient proverbs, youth, sadomasochism, freedom, struggle