Many years later, the painter could no longer remember what the woman looked like. He only remembered that she was so beautiful, indescribably beautiful.
The wind blew, and her long hair and dress fluttered in the wind. That scene has remained in the artist's mind since then and can never be erased. No matter how much time passes, no matter how much the world changes.
She is a touch of red that is more eye-catching than the surrounding reds.
As she stood there, the extremely beautiful maple leaf forest in the painter's eyes seemed to be dimmed instantly, and everything could only become her background.
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