Fragile and battered, leaves in late autumn are so precious. They are the symbol of enduring lives, having witnessed season’s changes.  It is not known what they have gone through. Don’t try to ask them, they keep in silence throughout their lives.

Studying their faces closely, you may read out their heart. They are not ordinary leaves. Having survived the autumn, they are expecting a dream to come true. It is a winter dream that is kept secret and no one knows. Be quiet and wait.