Drooping Willow Eyes, Maple Red

"I still want to ride a hot-air balloon with you in that autumn of falling leaves."

"All right. Just say the word, and I'll do anything you ask."

"Where will I belong?"

"Here with me."

"I see you."

"Then fall into my arms, just as your name suggests."

"All right, then next autumn."

"Mm, next autumn, Moumou will still be by Fengfeng's side."

"These maple leaves are so beautiful!" Gu Lufeng said. He was still wearing that white outfit. Su Mouchen stood up, stretched, and looked down at Gu Lufeng.

"Yes, they're beautiful." Another maple leaf fell to the ground.

Looking down at flowers and leaves, Yang Xin thinks of Fengchen.

Maple leaves really are melancholy things. They were what drew me to you, too.

Theme: A tribute to youth