Maybe he is still very hazy about this feeling, not knowing that this has become love, not knowing that this love must be maintained, and not knowing that he is about to arrive at the station, waiting to wake up and understand before he knows. He has got out of the car, and this love has turned into fallen leaves and penetrated the ground without leaving any trace...
Now, listen quietly to Jay Chou's "Maple": "The slowly falling maple leaves are like longing, why should I save them before winter comes..." Watch quietly, the last maple leaf outside the window, whirling, spinning, flying, and finally being enveloped by the earth