The fallen leaves floated far away on the stream waves. But there's no change in their love. Because love is a promise. A promise to meet again. Without that promise, love has no place anywhere. Taking one step at a time, according to the promise is life. So life is a long wait like enduring a cold winter. Until the spring comes and meets again like sprouts and realize all this is love between you and me.
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