You have a soft spot for autumn scenery. The leaves were raining and fell all over the floor. I don't know who is Zephyr.

From light green to bluish yellow, every leaf has a pure mission. In the years when there are no branches to retain them, they fall without attachments, without regrets, from freedom to eternity, and complete the contribution of autumn wind in cold days.

From the beginning of being surrounded by branches, they belong to the same land to meet.

02

Yellow leaves fall slowly, and the joys and sorrows given by the world are scattered. For them, words are worth a thousand words, and they are merciless all over the world.

You think of your youth, and you miss it. You have pursued your dreams with high morale, been proud, cocky and frustrated ... you have never really lost or owned all this, but at least you have experienced it.

03

Everyone is talking about his youth.

Teenagers are yesterday's yellow flowers, and there is still much to be done in the future. Unfortunately, friends who have worked side by side can't always be with them. Since we broke up with them, we don't owe each other and don't give in to each other. It's normal to meet again, separate again and meet again. No one's life is similar or lonely.

At this point, you look at the crowd, but your heart is calm.