"I didn't expect the change of seasons to be so beautiful."

She said.

"Did you see the season change for the first time?"

He asked. At this time, he had stopped pressing his face against that jet-black hair, still sitting on the arm of the chair, he put a hand on her shoulder, his eyes still filled with love that could not be removed.

"Yes. From the place we live, I've never seen a change of seasons."

"Never?"

She nodded, her eyes still looking out the window. She has not seen the sunset here, she loves to watch the sunset. Because to her, the sunset has a color, a certain shade of separation and regret.

The moment when the orange-red rays fall to redden the whole sky is the moment when people have to say goodbye forever to today, as well as the moments that will never be repeated again.

She once read somewhere about sunset that: "The yellow color of the sun when it's late and then turns red and purple in the sunset is always a beautiful scene that captivates people."

Or someone else wrote: "Sunset is the sun's last gift of the day for those who are patient."

But now she had to say goodbye to the sunset. Because she herself had never seen the sunset here, today only witnessed the change of seasons from autumn to winter.

A few days ago, autumn was still here, she remembers seeing a few yellow leaves falling from time to time, some of them spinning skillfully in the air before dropping to the ground.

[...]

At that time, in front of the house was a small courtyard covered with countless yellow leaves, stepping out, no matter how softly you walked, you couldn't avoid the sound of "rustling."

It is sunny and warm during the day, but then it is submerged in yellow leaves and the gentle breezes blowing from nowhere along with the peace and yellow color of autumn really make people's hearts flutter when witnessing.

Yet now, autumn has said goodbye and here will welcome winter, the season of cold and frost. Just this morning, just sitting in the house and looking away, she could feel the cold coming very close.

Although the door was closed and the fireplace was emitting a warm flickering fire, somehow the cold air outside still found its way in.

Sitting next to him was warm, but she suddenly felt cold, she curled up, curled up on a wooden chair like a kitten about to fall asleep, the girl's eyes were still dreamily looking out the door.