In the classroom of the first year of junior high school, the sunlight flooded through the desks and chairs, and the fate of the two teenagers began from then on. For the next sixteen years, they walked home under the moonlight after evening self-study, turning the confusion of adolescence, the ecstasy after exams, and the panic of entering society into endless words.
The autumn of my twenty-seventh year came unexpectedly, and a car accident crushed all the unfinished promises. The one who survives will stand in front of the tombstone every time the maple leaves are red, and his fingertips will brush over the name on the cold stone tablet, as naturally as he once hooked the other person's shoulder.
The wind blew up the red dust all over the ground, and he said softly: "It's autumn, let's go see the maple leaves."
The tombstone was silent, but it was like a familiar voice passing through time, saying "Okay" in the wind.
Concept: Maple's redemption