In this painting, maple leaves drift down in the wind, dancing as if the spirits of the trees are attached to them. The afternoon sunlight penetrates through iron pillars, casting slanting shadows like the interweaving of destinies. The "I" mentioned in the poem seems to have a mysterious connection with the maple leaves and souls, as if exploring the concepts of belonging and the origin of life. However, all of this is shrouded in abstract and madness-inducing elements, leaving the viewer with a sense of poetic ambiguity and uncertainty. Maple leaves, shadows, souls, madly intertwine in this scene, creating a cold, eerie, and magical atmosphere --ar 9:16 --v 6.0