The slowly falling maple leaves are like longing, why should we save them before winter comes? When I was young, my feelings were always too strong, but I didn't understand love, I didn't know how to love, I used too much force, which was suffocating, I said soft words, but I regretted not doing so. I am very happy to meet you, I have loved and been hurt, I have laughed and been heartbroken. I wonder if we can meet again on the street corner of the city many years from now?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
