Love has always been deep, but the relationship is shallow. The first sight of Anhai a year ago is as bright as the spring sun in March in my memory, giving me warmth. Because of family reasons, I had to leave here, this blue city that I love. A year later, when I revisited my old place, Anhai was as peaceful as evening... You are still there, but the maple leaves have drifted away, and you are no longer you... Really not.
The blurry drizzle outside the window blurred my eyes, and the memories were projected frame by frame in the gray... After the rain, the sky cleared, and it turned out that you were no longer in Anhai... The person in Anhai just looks exactly like you...
I know you are the only one in my heart, but your shadow no longer looks like you. What's wrong with me, I don't know...
Love is like a train. No matter how many beautiful scenery it passes, it is not my destination after all... What the scenery left to me is the touching past. What you left to me should be a place where I no longer need to travel far. When all the dust settled, I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the setting sun cast a soft light, which passed through the window and spread on the paper... I picked up a pen and wrote this story called "Ruoxi Maple Rain".