She is a pool of water, coming from the darkness and glaciers where the sun cannot touch.
He is a beam of light, coming from the angel's wings closest to the clouds.
He is a leaf, coming from the tree soaked in autumn and burning like fire.
They met each other under the guidance of angels, as incredible as a miracle, as beautiful as flowers. This fairy tale that is not a fairy tale slowly lifts the veil of fate in the autumn when the maple leaves fall...