Only when autumn is over will we show some childishness. Going out the door, the footsteps are brisk, let the autumn wind caress the hair and swings the skirt. This is a rare good time. This kind of beauty deserves to be talked about by us. It is worth dreaming while sleeping. It is worthy of our long-lost smile.
Everything is fine and there are no troubles. Put the fall into your heart and forget about the unhappiness. I hope that you too.