Leaves as Cool as Water

The shuttle of memories, past and present life, reality is illusory, what is real? Is that withered leaf the compassion of dew, the love of a mother, or a more distant choice? After struggling, resisting, questioning, relying on, is the best arrangement in the end? What exactly did you realize? Are tears of laughter real? Or is it a happy love that continues with hatred? Come again, your choice is...