just walked under the street lights, and a red maple leaf fell down in the wind.
The moment I looked up, it flipped over my body seven or eight times, and then kissed it on my face. Finally, he fell at my feet and lay quietly.
I looked at it silently, and a burst of sadness came.
I still remember you after all.
Do you remember, I once took a photo of a tree of red maple, a river of spring water, and a sunset to give it to you?
I have integrated the deepest tenderness and love into that photo and gave it to you.
Do you have any perception?
Now, a gust of wind in late autumn brings a red maple to me.
: Are you condensing all the tenderness I have given to you into this maple leaf?
You said I am no longer the same as me, maybe I can't find him anymore.
The falling red maple leaves are still lying at my feet. A gust of wind blows over and it moves slightly.
seems to be palpitations in crying, for our brief meeting.
I pity my sorrow, picked it up with emotion, put it in front of me, and shed tears with it.
Since it understands me, I will naturally accompany it.
It will not be the last red maple in the autumn night, but the wind blows it down and turns red in front of my eyes.
My memories also sway the red all over the ground with the wind. In the world, I am afraid that I will no longer be moved by anyone except you.
The red light of the setting sun, the red maple of the river flowers and red maple may only be left in my heart.
has become a pain that cannot be said for life.
What a pity, although you have been away, you forgot to use your lips to seal the past.
You owe me a lip print.
I will also find you to return it in the next life!
