Finger-Winding Filaments

I am Wutong and she is peony. In ancient times, peony was called Jianglicao. I met her again in the autumn of that year. The pattering light rain covered the entire season, as if to wash away all traces of the lover's existence. One light rain, another light rain, took away all the remaining warmth left by the lover, but she reunited with me in this season. Just like the season she left, after an autumn rain, many heartless lovers lost news. For those who have never forgotten, reunion is the greatest luck and the greatest sorrow. It seems that the past that our entanglement pulls is just a level in the game. Once it is stuck, you can put it aside. When you are free, you will remember that you have not cleared the level. If you go back to the original classroom, the ungrown sycamore will try its best to grow and grab the weak buds, and the peony will bloom, but the ending is doomed. No one can keep a person who wants to leave. We are about to leave, our happiness has been set for a time limit from the beginning, and seeing each other again will not allow the story to continue. You are about to leave, and you are asking for your return date. Meet in autumn when the sycamore leaves fall. In the future, the peony flowers will drift away, leaving only the slender threads wrapped around the fingers.