I once thought that maple leaves were the gentlest tokens in the world.
It witnessed my encounter with her - that year I was deeply in the pain of bereavement, and she mistook me for someone who committed suicide, and rushed into my world recklessly, lighting up the entire maple forest like a beam of light. The maple leaf hairpin in her hair is the most touching scenery I have ever seen. We got connected because of the maple leaves and fell in love with each other tenderly. We agreed to have a date in the maple forest together every autumn.
I thought this happiness would be like a maple leaf, arriving as scheduled every year. Until that sudden mountain fire swallowed up the entire maple forest and took away the person I loved most. She saved a strange child with her life, leaving only a promise to see maple leaves again in her next life and a burnt maple leaf hairpin.
For more than ten years, I have never set foot in Maple Forest, but I still can't let go of my obsession. When the maple leaves are red, there are always more farewells. It was late autumn again, and the red leaves were falling all over the sky. The familiar exclamation sounded again. When I looked back, I seemed to see that fresh and lovely her.
Purpose: Maple leaves witness love