I came to leave.
My eyes are full of beauty. Full of nature.
Consciousness of the beauty of life.
And this is how life is: at some point you will have to leave.
Coincidence that point will coincide with automn. Fall.
Fall over. Falling apart. Fall.
I am leaving in a typic fall day. I am leaving tha land of the long white cloud.
My farewell is carried by the wind.
I came to leave. So fragile as the leafs, so strong as the roots. Of a tree.
So close to the sky, but so gravited by the earth.
Let me fly away. Let me leave this sour moment.
Let me leave you without the feeling that I am doing it.