I often wonder how beautiful it would be if I could wait for you in autumn. I don’t know why this kind of thoughts breed, perhaps because I was suddenly surprised that the years are suddenly old, or perhaps because I want to live affectionately in the thin and cold world.
I know that such a miss is far away from me. But I am still waiting, waiting for a spiritual encounter, so that I can reunite with the warmth.
Summer passes and autumn comes, and in a blink of an eye it is another seasonal change. Summer has been here for so long, but finally I have to leave. Just like some people in life, some things will gradually go away in the rush years. I still like the autumn season, her gentleness, and her temperament.
In the bright autumn days, no matter the morning or the evening, no matter the distant mountains or the close-up view, it is a beautiful natural picture. The passing years come and go in a hurry, the rain and snow of the four seasons are flying, the journey of life stops and stops, the flowers bloom and fade every year, but after all, they pass by time and return to dust.
How melancholy, a little bit reluctant, full of sentimentality , the back looking at you to leave, the lovesickness that has fallen to my place…