Fallen Leaves Reflected in a Swing

Autumn, and longing...

On the swing, she always smiles so brightly. Beneath the tree, that figure stands with his back to her, silent. All he wants is for “the girl on the swing” to be happy. The grass bears the marks of someone having sat there. These are their memories...

They walk together, sweet smiles on their faces.

They walk together, and he gives her a warm shoulder to lean on.

He is alone, quietly watching over her...

Here, in autumn, the wind stirs ripples as it blows by. Only they know this place. They often come here like visitors, to “revisit the past.” Their journey begins here and continues on, never stopping...