That autumn, maple leaves fell like rain, and the surrounding maple leaves seemed to be cheering for our meeting.
A rumor accident made them miss each other.
Everything, in the end, is all thoughts, thoughts lead us out of the siege, but it is difficult for me to hold your hand tightly.
"Classmate, be careful!"
She raised her head and smiled sweetly: "Thank you!"
"Qi Yuan, come quickly, I made a lamp for you."
"Send it to me?"
"Of course, I hope this light can always illuminate your way forward."
"Thank you!"
"The lights are no longer on, so what are you still doing?"
"It's still bright, in my heart."
"Don't be sad Qi Yuan, maybe I will wait for you next autumn."
"I don't think I can wait any longer."
Another autumn, the maple leaves are like rain, but it is no longer a celebration of meeting, but more like a telling of farewell.
Intention: The long-lasting love will only become more turbulent.