In the End, I Will Go with You

The autumn wind is always very light, light enough to hold up a sycamore leaf, and light enough to hold up a heartbeat that I dare not say aloud. Some encounters are the sugar given to the world by time. Some partings are farewell poems written by fate to life. He spent his entire youth giving all his tenderness to one person. She spent her entire life and gave all the rest of her life back to him. There are thousands of fireworks in the world, But there is no world without you, I don't want to stay for a second. In the end, I will go with you.