“The taste of unrequited love is like the slightly yellow fallen leaves after autumn, which is beautiful and cruel.” The boy leaned under the tree beside the playground with his back in his hands and said to himself, and the sun sprinkled on his face through the gloom above his head. He yawned and closed his eyes.
“暗恋的滋味就像入秋后微微泛黄的落叶，即美好又残酷。”少年双手托着后脑倚坐在操场边的树下自言自语，阳光透过头顶的阴郁洒在他的脸上。他打了个哈欠闭上了眼睛。