The falling of leaves is silent

The passing water leaves no trace, the falling leaves make no sound. After experiencing the past prosperity, the autumn leaves drift down into the shattered calmness before us, so quiet that it becomes a beauty on the ground, nurturing the next cycle with the belief that turns into soil. The fallen leaves carry the journey of a season, finishing their own life story. Regardless of prosperity or decline, they never feel sad, for they have long understood their destiny and known their own desolation. They have long known how to coexist with prosperity and decline in the years, quietly sensing the tranquility of time, coming and going silently. Spring, autumn, winter, summer, prosperity and decline, it's just an experience. I only wish your autumn days are filled with prosperity and free from sorrow.