The regret in this life is that I can only watch the starry sky with you in the night of chirping cicadas; that I can't walk hand in hand with you in the sea of flowers, pursuing that beautiful vision; that I can't pick up maple leaves with you, and watch the maple leaves slowly falling from the branches into the soil, preparing for new life; that I can't watch the snowflakes flying in the sky with you, and play in the snow together; that I can't be with you all year round, writing our beautiful chapter. Maybe, this... Is a pity.
Purpose: Briefly describe the author's love experience