I'm probably just a leaf amongst the lush life you have. You have twigs and branches, and strong trunks. While I am getting more and more yellowing day. Slowly began to be shaken by the wind. You can easily dispose of me. However, falling and flying without direction is not fun. I hovered aimlessly. Fall to the ground. Then forced to surrender. Forced to be sincere about things I do not want to let go of. I want to ask. In this section what is the fun of falling in love?
