Poetry of falling maple leaves

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Life is natural. It's over.

A few maple leaves, falling

This is another life, nature.

Flowers wither

I'm afraid it's also a fate.

When will it reopen?

Only wait until the end of time alone

Time is sad,

Climb up the wall silently

I can't bear to calculate everything.

Feel childlike innocence-

Happiness is like a butterfly,

Gone with the wind