"You said when the maples are red, it will be us..."
It's a pity that I couldn't catch the last maple leaf
The red rope has been entangled for several spring and autumn years, and the silver maple leaves have shattered many southern mornings.
He raised the quantum to be like the old year, and hung the superconducting maple leaf as a promise that it would never fall, but he failed to predict that the conduction system of the heart would suddenly short-circuit on a snowy night.
The heart specimen on the dissecting table still bears the smiling face she drew. In the oscilloscope in the physics laboratory, the last waveform stays on the chord of "South".
The two cats were still chasing each other in the maple forest, but they could no longer wait for the girl who stood on tiptoe to reach the maple leaves, and the boy who always tilted his umbrella towards her.
——It turns out that there was some waiting, and the end point was marked from the beginning.
"Lu Yunxu, I'm afraid you won't be happy."
"Ruirui, we will all be fine."
The last time Ruirui said "Be happy" was on the day when the maple leaves were the reddest. Lu Yunxu stood there, watching the last maple leaf fall from the branch, like the hand they couldn't hold tightly after all.
Later, he learned to look at the red maple leaves alone, to remember the temperature of two bowls of hot soup in his heart, and to live "we" as "I'm for you."
Intention: Misalignment cannot stop love, separation cannot lock mindfulness