Is Life Reincarnating?

The flowers withered and the leaves fell. Everything turned gray, only the leaves were yellow and red. Under the ravages of the autumn wind, it fell, turned over, turned over again, and slowly, slowly fell. What a graceful curve, what a depressing sadness. In this sad season, no one knows what I am sad about, and I don't want to mention it to anyone. I just want to pick up a fallen leaf and seal my memory. The fallen leaves are beautiful, like a person falling from a building. I fall in love with you just like I fall in love with falling leaves, just like meteors streaking across the sky. Good things are always so short-lived and end before they even begin. The leaves fall and the wind bids farewell. But the separation between you and me was silent, perhaps letting the fallen leaves flying in the sky be regarded as the petals of farewell. It makes this memory condense in the air. My heart really hurts, and I really want to drift away like a leaf, leaving this noisy city and this world of smoke and dust. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.