Meeting and saying goodbye seem to happen inadvertently.
Some people are so far away, but their feelings are still the same as before; some people are right in front of us, but their feelings are vague and void.
The beauty of maple leaves is the touching feeling when the fallen leaves, the kind of helpless beauty, the beauty is suffocating, the beauty is heartbreaking. But who had ever known that at its peak, the maple leaves were in full swing, and their wild and uninhibited beauty was so beautiful that it made people nostalgic.
How many people have memories that they want to forget but can't? How many lovers end up becoming something other than lovers?
It was obvious that the love was so serious, and there was only a little difference, but in the end it was just a little bit different.
If the loss of that person is inevitable, will we also shed tears for him because he occupies the most beautiful love? If a person is willing to give up his principles for you, will we feel that he has lost himself in love?
Maybe, but not quite.
Love is a journey between two people, with madness, joy, sadness, and helplessness. But when we look back on the past many years later, we may find that the rich color in our youth was this kind of love. It makes us grow up, makes us grow up, and makes us not regret our youth. We all loved it, didn't we?
Just like maple leaves, they fall slowly when they are in their prime. The moment they fall on the ground, they are returning to their roots. It is a kind of belonging, not a kind of sadness.