You said that autumn is bleak, heavy, lonely and powerless, then I will plant the hope of spring on your dead branches.
Lin Qiusui watched a family go from happiness to brokenness. The house got bigger and bigger, but the love in the family became less and less, and finally fell apart. The two did not disturb each other, and the pressure and pain all converged on this man with an auspicious name. He walked alone on the road and locked himself in a dark, windowless small house. Fortunately, when he was about to die, Yuan Xuming walked towards him step by step with the key. Lin Qiusui, don't be afraid of the world after closing your eyes, I will always be by your side.
The continuation song of autumn death is spring, and our future will be countless spring and autumn.
Lin Qiusui: If I no longer need to be saved, will he still love me? He is a maple leaf soaked in autumn.
Yuan Xuming: I brought you the plum wine you chose, but unfortunately the boss refused to sell the recipe. He is the gust of wind trying to catch the fallen leaves.
The spring breeze rolled the fallen leaves into Lin Qiusui's collar, as if he had lost his way and wanted to find his home, he turned around and touched the corners of his clothes.
Intention: I hope that the next time you name the person you like the most, it will be yourself.