This is a poem written by Zhang Ailing when she first met Hu Lancheng. At that time, it was the most brilliant moment of her life. However, this fallen leaf represents herself in a sense. She is a very determined woman, so determined that the world says she is a legend.
Leaves, originally from the earth, have experienced lush spring and summer. When it really matures, it has reached the end of its life. However, this end has its most important love. I know it's late, but I want to. The projection on the earth is waiting for it. Perhaps it is through the tempering of spring, Xia Feng and rain that the fallen leaves cherish the projection of their souls without regret. Experiencing the dusty dream of architecture is really a kind of exercise.
The fallen leaves hung down at the moment they left the tree, but the falling in the air accelerated its withering. My soul has been separated from myself, separated by the sky and dust dreams. Only in the last autumn can we meet. It has experienced a spring and summer, experienced the most painful autumn, and also gained the catering of the soul. Like two people who love each other but can't.
So it fell, withered and burned. Even if the fallen leaves barely pretend to be calm in middle age and pretend to be an inevitable outcome, they are still moved by the shadow, because the shadow caters to it and welcomes its arrival. Although it is fading, although it is short-lived, it is also an eternal gathering. They are attached to each other because of pity.
In the autumn sunshine, leaves are swaying in the shadows. One last quiet rest. The sunset is infinite, which is the ending they have been expecting. After a lifetime of infatuation, I changed to a quiet opposite.
This explanation is too limited, I hope you like it.