The leaf broke away from the embrace of the tree. It listened to the promise of the wind and was willing to accompany it physically and mentally. But in an instant, the wind went to the next tree to show off. In this autumn, the wind blows up patches of pure and flawless green, and covers the maturity with orange...
The falling leaves are beautiful, but are they filled with regret?
Concept: Love is young, just like the wind and leaves