The autumn wind blew the earth, and the yellow leaves were flying in the air and slowly scattered. Before they completely touched the cold ground, another roll blew in. A thin figure that seemed a little haggard and vicissitudes of life. His lavender body was blown by the wind and seemed a little elegant. It seemed a little transparent. On the top of the mountain, the setting sun shines on the earth, seemingly shining, and the shadows sway behind it.
Is that silence, profoundness, loneliness? Lonely? Have no choice? ... Blurred...