Autumn Rain Is Pleasant

I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper... I would like to dedicate this fictitious romantic story to the forty-seven nights of vague old dreams, to recall the blurred past of that day, and to miss you with your plain red makeup and faint smile. Campus, youth, love, philosophy, ancient poetry, humanism, extreme descriptions, everything is here - well, it was actually written by a boring person for fun.