The wind slowly caressed her face, and there was a hint of nostalgia in her starry eyes. Bisi lowered her waist as if she had a constant concern for her. Hmm, it seems like it has been almost ten years? The light in her eyes gradually faded, and the maple leaf slowly fell from the sky. She stretched out her slender hands to catch it, again and again, and again, and finally a gust of wind came and blew her far away. The maple leaf never thought that the wind that once kept her high would one day make her fall to the ground. She smiled, and if you can't catch it, just catch it. It's really just a little bit close. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, the leaves are flying higher and higher, this person is walking farther and farther, and the heart is getting colder and colder. The sky seems to be cold again...
Concept: Tragedy