Among the four seasons, the only one to come overnight is autumn. When the first leaf leaves from tree, when you change your order for a hot tea for the first time …… the admiring look of leaves leaving from its mother tree make you stop your pace for such beautiful sight. As long as they turn around in the air, dancing gracefully, they’re willing to become the fragile sound under people’s feet. It’s the same as life.

       I once remember a boy told a girl, “the leaves in autumn leave its mother tree at the sound.” After that, he raised his hand to clap. The leaves fell one after another at the sound. The boy ask the girl to follow him. Pitifully, the girl was too proud to raise her hand. After many autumns, the boy was far away to somewhere. The girl went back to that path. When she looked up, the eaves above on the trees reminded her of the scene many years ago. Silently, tears rolled down her face. Because the precious memory danced with the falling leaves.