In late autumn, I can get rid of fatigue and embark on a journey alone. While it's not too late in late autumn, I accompany the rain, the light train, I wait at the window, watching the scenery outside the window change, creating a fuzzy vision, weaving a string of ribbons, bouncing my heart ... only waiting. Late autumn. Dredge the rain in a dream.
You refuse to leave, so indifferent that you can't see my regret, and you can't see my repentant heart. There is no room for sadness, and no matter how much you regret, you and our earth-shattering love can't be kept.