Chapter 525: 798 pieces, I don't want to grow old together with the wildflowers

798 pieces, I don't want to grow old together with the wildflowers.

798 pieces, I don't want to grow old together with the wildflowers.

——Autumn Reverie, Fifty-three

Autumn has arrived.

I place the anticipation in my heart.

Hung on the red leaves of longing.

You laugh at me for being amorous?

No, this is.

In remembrance.

The spring that has gone away.

Because I still don't want to.

to grow old together with the wildflowers.

The aging wildflowers.

After withering and turning to dust.

Spring has arrived.

It will bloom again.

The aging me.

Will turn into dust\