Getting Married on Saturday

He and I are the last two maple leaves falling in autumn. What once lasted forever has now vanished into thin air. Is the departure of the leaves the pursuit of the wind? Or is the tree not saved? To me, everything seems so insignificant; under this blue sky, who is lonely? It doesn't matter, as long as you are happy. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.