She often thinks of when he was seventeen years old, no, their seventeen years old.
At that time, the setting sun for thousands of miles was like fire, and the red maples on the mountains were like refinements.
At that time, their eyes were as clear and bright as the autumn sky.
At that time, their love was as pure and warm as the sunshine in the forest.
In the blink of an eye, ten years have changed.
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
With no choice, I let out a long sigh - "One mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, I miss the maple leaves and pills."
It's Sauvignon Blanc after all.