The life of a tree: spring brought out the fresh branches, then hot summer came and crystalized the labor into fruits. When the autumn air blew away the last piece of leaf, the winter is here. Cold winter! Cold, cold winter! The tree has to suffer. Years over the years, that winter pain became a part of the tree: layers and layers, circles around circles. But the tree still wishes for that sweet shy spring wind and that burning hot summer heatwave. Even the fall is always lovable. Only the dying leaves remind of that cold winter pain.

And then winter is here. Another year ended with the pain of winter, but still looking for love.

That's the thrill of life. That's the pain of life.