The pursuit is always ongoing.

     I don't know when autumn enveloped my memories, as soft and languid as a cotton quilt, in the fleeting moment I was still immersed in my dreams.

    --Epigraph by Yifeng

    Decades have passed in a flash, how much time is left for me to love you? I've forgotten so many chaotic dawns and dusks, the pain of every bit of longing, gathering up the vulnerability I don't want you to see, in my dreams you are a warmth I can't embrace. The lights in the chaos blur the beauty of the past, those bygone times are left here, drinking alone. This autumn is soft and warm. Only because of you.

    I can't resist the allure of autumn. So I still drink alone, sitting in those corners where time can't reach. Liking you is like this wine, addictive, my love for you has gradually become a dependence, that kind of heartbeat I can't quit. I still hold on to the past, until they become the past of the past. I don't want to look back on the past, the memories of the past will reflect light, my eyes are afraid of light and will tear up.

    The leaves on the ground must be a thick layer, covering the road very, very deep. Every step is full of entanglements. I am a traveler, willing to tread upon these leaves and listen to their cries of the heart. On the road, I follow the veins of the leaves to seek the happiness I have in my memory.