He whispers: haven’t you forgotten that poem I used to read it for you? She replies: autumn leaves never forgot Count on our days when we were happy lovers
Cello tears up to season changes Melody shoot into memories She penetrated the cello strings to collect Autumn fall leaves and prays for him
Memories are fettered. Likewise the autumn new falling leaves Float through seafront sunrise. (Orange-red, shine touches)
Solo cello echoing in seine river. He whispers, she remains silence.
Seductions of images pies high
Inspired by a music video that contains one of the remarkable song ‘Les feuilles mortes' performed by Gauthier Capucon