Red and yellow autumn leaves show us breathless beauty as they are dying.
Their life is short just like cherry blossoms and make us feel a kind of
sadness as well as admiration. As I watch them being blown off madly by
a strong wind, I can hear them cry " We are not simply dying, we are dying
to live again ! "
Any one or any exsistence, though weak and fragile, do not die for nothing.
They die with ample feelings-love, hatred, compassion, desperation,