The Wind Is Moving and the Flowers Are Falling All over the Garden

When he first saw her, she was crying, and the yellow leaves on the tree fell in her tears, rustling with despair. That was the first time he saw a woman clearly. Tears were like a storm, wetting his whole body, and the world became dim from then on... When she saw him for the first time, he was smiling, and the afterglow of the setting sun dissipated in his smile, spreading tranquility.