风来了,不大,叶子却随风飘了起来。她急切地飞着,追着某朵虚无的云。树呆呆的,还没有回过神,他心爱的叶子早已不见,留下的只剩那些曾经的日夜相伴,风雨不变,萦绕在他身边,傻傻的,他不知道这只是他必经的秋天…… The wind has come, not big, but the leaves have drifted with the wind. She eagerly flew, chasing a cloud of nothingness. The tree is still not back to God. His beloved leaves have long since disappeared. Only those who have stayed with the day and night have been left, and the wind and rain have remained unchanged. They are lingering around him, silly, he does not know that this is only necessary for him. Autumn...