We once stood side by side under the sycamore tree, thinking that the sound of falling leaves was the footsteps of time passing by, but later we realized that it was the sound of fate tearing apart our youth and tearing up time page by page.
Purpose: Using an irreparable separation as a mirror to reflect the beauty of youth and the fragility of life: the youthful time once shared under the shade of the sycamore tree, thought to be eternal, eventually became a heavy gift that taught the living how to carry their memories and move on.