The most beautiful thing in the world is late autumn. The next sentence is: Missing you turn into rain with the wind.

The most beautiful time in the world is late autumn, when longings turn into rain with the wind, and encounters in the world of mortals, whether they meet late or meet by chance, when you look back, they are all a different kind of beauty.

Thank you for coming. Even if you are a passer-by, you have brought me warmth and touch.

As the road goes, there is always a scenery worth cherishing; there is always someone who appears and makes you feel that the world is worth it. May there be light in your eyes, love in your heart, and beauty everywhere you look.

Walking in the world of mortals, counting the past in detail, feeling deeply in love, tears have cooled slightly, lamenting the vicissitudes of the world, and the hopeless chance of meeting again.

No matter what the ending is, no matter where you are, I will wait for you in late autumn, and my thoughts will turn into rain with the wind.

The late autumn rain weaves a rain curtain between the sky and the earth. I have a dark dream. Things are different and people are different. Who can I complain to?

The rain in late autumn is always sentimental and lingering, bringing back too many beautiful memories.

The four seasons are reincarnated. In this late autumn, as I write, my thoughts are scattered. The sky is not old and the love is hard to let go.

Heart like dual screen, there Chien knot.

The rain beats on the eaves, letting the loneliness spread, the separation is long, the lovesickness is painful, and the feelings are hard to bear.

Treading the past carefully, missing each other endlessly, you still can't let go.

You are gradually drifting away, and this late autumn, I understand that some people will live in my heart from the day I meet them, life after life.

The above is for reference only.