Looking Forward to Autumn

You said that autumn is not just sadness, just like the big tree waiting in the wind and snow. You said that blue is not just melancholy, just like the turbulent sea. You said that we will walk for a long time, until the hair is white, until the future generations sit in rocking chairs and recall the past we have walked together. I remember everything you once said. However, when the memory looks forward to autumn, I realize that autumn is still sad, and blue is always melancholy. Those warm words are just too beautiful to think about.