The maple leaf forest in the four seasons of coldness, accompanied by the wind, quietly accompanies the man in red with snowy eyes and glazed eyes. As time goes by season after season, the afterglow of the scorching sun hurts people's hearts every day. The tree once had no choice but to bear the noise and silence all year round. The mountain once stretched out its neck to block the figure in front of the first morning light of the day. That person once walked towards the afterlife with the remaining memories...
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