The glowing flowers being sold out sooner, Yet the leaves keep dropping like rain from above. 하늘을 가린 나무들이 즐비한 골목을 걷다 보면 바삭바삭한 소리를 내며 죽어 있는 나뭇잎을 밟습니다. I think to myself often, Could that have been its dying breath?