We walked together where the wind blew, and the maple leaves flying all over the sky were decorated with romance like a fairy tale...
The fiery maple leaves floated over our heads, like scattered red drizzle, reflecting our rosy faces, with a touch of sweet greenness...
Maple leaves are red in autumn, but that was my spring, as red as maple leaves. Although all this was not what I expected, this is the only way to call life! Right?
Conception: