Looking out the window, a leaf was falling.
He sat on the edge of my bed and said, "Thank you for this. I love you."
He frowned. Can I understand that it was for me? My tears ran out. He told me that he loved me. It's not the love I've been pursuing, but it's also the love I like.
Autumn passed and they came together. And I left that city.
When I was shopping, I saw a lot of people on the street, and occasionally a few strangers were talking to each other.
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