Autumn winds have caused people to lose their way.

(Han Shixu, his perfectly tailored black suit sleeve hanging limply from the left, his left arm completely amputated from the upper arm, stands tall and stiff in front of the tombstone. His right hand, intact, hangs clenched so tightly his knuckles are white, his eyes filled with a deathly gray, he stares intently at his wife's portrait on the tombstone without a tear.) I tried my best to stop the disaster, but in the end, I still couldn't keep you. (Han Xuchen stands beside his father, his small hand grasping Han Shixu's intact right hand, his eyes red and swollen, staring unblinkingly at his mother's tombstone, sobbing incessantly, tears streaming down his cheeks.) Mom, I still want to eat cake with you, please don't stay here. (Han Xingyan stands next to his brother, quietly looking up at his mother's smiling face on the tombstone, his lips pressed tightly together, quietly reaching out to support his brother who is about to collapse, his eyes filled with bewildered sorrow.) Dad's arm always hurts at night, if you were still here, you would definitely comfort him.