Sycamores floating all over the ground, piled up with wisps of acacia. If you accidentally step on it, the rustling sound, like the cracking and collapse of the heart, is empty in an instant, cold, and I don't know what to do. Heartbroken

Sycamores floating all over the ground, piled up with wisps of acacia.

If you accidentally step on it, the rustling sound, like the cracking and collapse of the heart, is empty in an instant, cold, and I don't know what to do.

Painfully retracting his steps, he leaned down to look closely, and the broken dark red was infinitely magnified in his eyes, like warmth, like heartache, like the entanglement of life and death, but how could not be pieced together.

#Sycamore Tree#

#又见梧桐树叶 #