The autumn rain adds to the coolness, and I stand in front of the window with lovesickness;
Dreams are vague on each side of the sky, old friends know whether to wear warm clothes.
Not every encounter has an ending, but not every encounter has meaning.
Intention: The road of life is not smooth sailing, it has to go through ups and downs. We must face difficulties and rise to them. Even if there are no flowers on the road, we must sing for ourselves and move forward.