When the wind blows, the leaves fall with the wind. The leaves have fallen, and autumn has come with them. When autumn comes, people become sad. The old "Fantasy City" and the yellowed memories blur the right and wrong of the world. Quietly feel the deepest tranquility in my heart, and the lonely voice blooms little by little. With my thoughts, I gradually travel back and forth in the past. I don't know where my fate will stop, or which picture. In a small space, we can count the vicissitudes of life in the world; in time and space, we can carefully inquire about the coming and going of summer and cold in the world; we are friends, and our love will not change despite the passage of time; we are a close friend, who will be remembered in our hearts across the world.
