It is late autumn, and the crimson maple leaves are swirling in the air and falling reluctantly. The dead leaves on the ground stretch to the end.
She turned back and smiled at me, and the dead leaves on the ground made a rustling sound when she stepped on them. I wanted to reach out and grab her, but I suddenly woke up.
When I woke up from the dream, it turned out to be just a dream.
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2. Note: This article is written in the first person
Intention: secret love