Have you seen the maple leaves falling all over the sky?
The breeze comes from the north,
swaying branches,
Along with the maple leaves,
Scenes from fairy tales,
In the vast and deserted playground, there is the sound of wind,
There is the faint sound of maple leaves falling...
That kind of sparseness,
The sound of rustling writing...
Have you ever heard the low sound of a violin?
The slender fingers pulled,
Pressing the strings,
A vibrating and peaceful tone...