Autumn is crisp and the sky is a heart-wrenching blue. Nowadays, I no longer miss dolls, and I no longer sing "Don't Want to Grow Up"; now, I am no longer willing to cut my hair, and I no longer sing "Short Hair"; now, I am no longer upset, and I no longer sing "End of the World". In this season, my heart seems to be still, quiet and distant; under this sky, my thoughts are flying, heavy and long. Returning to the clouds without a trace, a vicissitudes of memories; I have a master in my heart, the secret to finding myself. The sky is cloudy and the flowers are blooming and falling in front of the courtyard. Recall the past, meditate on the present, and explore the Ming Dynasty.
