Autumn.
The afternoon sun passes through the branches of fallen flowers and shines gently on people.
A sudden breeze ruffled a pool of autumn water, causing the restless petals to fly faintly, placing lightly on the water, creating circles of ripples.
Such floral fragrance...
It seems that there was an incomplete memory somewhere.
Reaching out, I want to connect the messy fragments in my mind into a wonderful story, a stage where the music ends and everyone disperses, a fairy tale where there are no more illusions.
Conception: