The bleak autumn wind,
Swinging maple leaves.
Melancholy love never leaves,
The infatuated maple tree only looks at the sunset, how can it see the loneliness of the leaves.
The love that comes and goes is dependent on origin and destruction.
Is the departure of the leaves the pursuit of the wind or the unwillingness of the tree to stay?
As the sun sets, the only thing you can hear is the sigh of the trees.