Looking Back, I Can't See That Autumn

It was Jinjiang in June, with continuous rain and falling. Love does not need to be hidden. Even if the fallen leaves cover the river quietly, even if the autumn wind is strong in the mist, the eyes do not want to be forgotten. Looking back now, the wind sounds sad, but there are no fallen leaves or the coming of autumn. The encounter in the mist and rain, the hazy eyes, everything is so similar, but this time, the world closes its eyes and sleeps. The former lovers embraced each other again, there was no heart-wrenching parting, only a warm heart, and a faint hint of evil...