TASTE OF THE AUTUMN

Wandering on the summer streets, one realizes that it has become autumn already. The autumn weather is slightly humid like a rolling drop of water in the leaves, gently shaking the tree’s soul to spread the shade, taking the breath of sunshine to the air, combining everything into the color palette of sapphire and gold. The autumn wind shakes the old flower branches, the cold autumn air seems like a flower budding on the terrace of the afternoon breeze. Everywhere you look is the drunken debauchery of the blossoming streets.

Of the four seasons, the autumn is not a season of harmony, but a season of changes and transitions. Not as vivid as summer flowers, not as lively as spring buds, the autumn petals fall one by one in dreamy scents and colors. There is such a scent as the scent of autumn love. The scene that seemed devastated ends up making our hearts throbbing.