Autumn goes to winter, the endless sky, there is less chill in autumn and more chill in winter. My heart, leaves hide your words. Autumn leaves are scattered, and there is nowhere to hide. You smile like a flower in front of my eyes. Snow began to float quietly in the sky, and in that familiar old place, several falling autumn leaves dotted the white earth. I know that autumn is about to leave, and winter will understand the hidden worries left by autumn.
It's autumn, with blue sky and yellow leaves. At that time, autumn was not too sad. I didn't realize that fallen leaves were sad. Because of you, this autumn is more like a romantic fairy tale. We met in the summer of a year ago and were used to listening to each other's heartbeat and feeling the temperature coming from each other's palms. You are my first love and the right person I met at the wrong time. I hold your hand and tread gently on the fallen leaves. You are carrying a small schoolbag, holding a book in one hand and holding my right hand in the other. Young and ignorant, thinking that ten fingers are locked is love, but forgetting time and reality. Seeing your mouth rising, I am confident and happy. I am deeply immersed in it. I have collected your good and bad together. I thought this was love. I once put you at the same height as my dream to pursue.
Autumn may be doomed to be a withered season, and thoughts that are constantly being cut and confused are flying in the air. Flowers bloom and fall because the law of self-heating cannot be changed, so there is a reason for the sadness and loneliness of autumn since ancient times. I'm trying to grow, grow and get hurt. Breaking the laws of nature is doomed to injury and embarrassment.
Our relationship was exposed. The teacher's talk, parents' worries and the decline in grades all indicate the end of the fairy tale. I know you're too mature to stab me, but I was stabbed anyway. I wandered alone in the bustling cross street, leaving only my figure elongated by the lights. Faced with questions and even doubts from teachers and parents, I think the ending of this fairy tale may be a tragedy. Time will eventually bleach all good things. You bury your head behind a thick pile of books and are too busy to say anything. You used this illusion to deceive the teacher and hide the truth from me at the same time. I can't even find a reason to chat up, like a stranger. Maybe you want to calm your mind, maybe you are under pressure from your parents or afraid that the teacher will see you talking to me. I find all kinds of assumptions to comfort myself, but the ending will not change.
I run my pen at high speed, and my trembling hands show anxiety. Unconsciously, the classroom was wrapped in night.
The night is like ink and the moon is like a hook. I turned on my mobile phone by moonlight to find information about you. Open the unread message, which says: We should be best friends, not lovers, so that the happy time will be longer. Remember not to get caught in the rain at will, or you will catch a cold. Remember not to drink when you go out to play with friends. Drinking it will make you uncomfortable and vomit. Let's go our separate ways.
Looking up at the night sky at a 45-degree angle, I remembered the year that passed away. You taught me how to be romantic. You gave me a heart-shaped box full of paper cranes you folded. You told me that couples should wear lovers' necklaces. That's all you taught me about romance. I am no longer that naive child, naive with a little black. I don't blame you for kissing so vividly that day, but I ignored the cruelty of reality. I began to learn to be steady, learn to be indifferent, learn to pretend, and learn to protect myself. Autumn fairy tales are torn to pieces in memories and dissipated in the cold wind.
My vision has broadened again, and I am determined to start all over again, study hard and pursue my dreams. If you are not good enough, how can you give her a future? We can stand up after falling, at least we are young. It's time to catch up.
It is spring and winter again. I was admitted to high school, and you were admitted to senior two. You went to art school, but I didn't. So we didn't meet on the high school campus. I think if I meet you, I don't have much to say. A smile is worth a thousand words. Snowflakes are blooming overhead in this city, and you can certainly see them in the same city. This is also my blessing to you.
Writing this slightly painful autumn, I understand the laws of nature and make up lessons. Maybe I should leave love for tomorrow instead of tasting it too early now. Winter may be able to read autumn fairy tales, but we can't read ourselves in autumn.
The lost time will flow in the long river of our memory forever. Unfortunately, we met too early. If we live in peace after the New Year, only I will remember this unforgettable experience.