A flower, a world. A leaf, a life. Ten thousand years of grievances and a thousand years of entanglements amount to no more than this. One fleeting turn, and only a green leaf drifts quietly down, wanting no part in the world. Looking back, I pick up a green leaf and breathe in its faint scent between my fingers, watching it drift away with calm indifference. In this vast world, I coexist with fallen leaves…
