Perhaps, we have buried a sincere wish under the tree in our past lives. I hope to be a tree in my next life. There is no gesture of sadness, only forgetfulness. Love without Mu Chen is so proud. But, who knows the fate and fate of God? In this life, we are still lonely and wandering people. In the days when we have forgotten our memories, we look for the fallen leaves that have dropped our memories, one by one, lighting up in the power of the tree. . . . . . . . .