I once fantasized about the melancholy of autumn and winter in ancient poems, painting them with thick layers of grey and white.Honestly, it was only recently that I realized autumn leaves were not merely about withering, nor does a blanket of snow solely signify the bitter cold. From death comes life, for the sake of rebirth in the spring.

I still remember the campus blanketed in golden leaves, as if a golden carpet was laid out to welcome us upon our first arrival. And there, on that piece of land, we had our first encounter. Do you believe in fate? We crossed 5,000 kilometers, from Malaysia to Changchun, Jilin, as if an unseen force brought us together to meet and to know each other. We haven't known each other for 150 days, but I believe we are more than just these 150 days.

The way of the world operates on its own, just as we arrived in Changchun. Transitioning from a country at the equator to a city with distinctive seasons allowed a "fiery" child to find back the tranquility of the soul. Three minutes, capturing our lives.

Editor：LAI WEN JING

Copywriter: CHAY HUI EE