The Kyoto Kaikoroku

在秋天與冬天更迭之際，最後一篇屬於秋天的頌歌在京都徐徐展開。暮秋是那片凋零的葉子，依靠著那根脆弱的枝椏賴以生存。

她游離在錯綜複雜的秋葉中，目睹幻化的棕、紅、橙、黃和綠，享受斑駁眼光穿透林間，親密地流連於衣裙上。

 

她踱步來到被悉心照料的日式花園，縱是秋末，某些綠葉依舊郁郁青青，不遑多讓，

兩隻蝴蝶聞香而來，落在她的胸口上與大腿上，喘息著，蟬翼微微晃動，稍息片刻後翅膀撲騰，在另一處棲息。

窗外盛開的黃葉在一個午後悄悄爬上La Perla的連衣裙上，陽光把蕾絲的紋路烙在腿上，輕柔地覆蓋著腿部，

把Prada涼鞋套在玉足上，任由鞋上的金色花朵纏繞。

黃葉逐漸濃郁，掺上橙與紅，轉移到Blumarine的套裝上，與依附在上的日式花紋和中式盤扣一同凝聚東方魅力。

紅葉熟透時，帶來了魅惑的紫，遍佈La Perla的花卉胸衣與九零年代的Blumarine的絲絨裙上。

楓葉曾奼紫嫣紅，現徒留幽暗的棕，枯葉與枝在不經意間戀上La Perla的胸衣與D&G的花紋長裙，

從胸口處延伸至腳踝，落地生根，又歸向平靜。

 

她追逐著楓葉，穿梭於茂密林間，卻再也抓不住一星半點，

或紅、或黃、或橙、或綠又或是棕色的葉子在風中張牙舞爪，穿過指縫後無力地向地面墜下。

她們在濕潤的春日帶來生機，在炙熱的夏天遮蔭，在清脆的秋天帶來色彩的幻想曲，

而後倉皇告別，卻依舊笑意盈盈，「來年春日再見。」她們如是說道。

As the seasons shift from autumn to winter, the final ode to autumn gracefully unfurls in Kyoto. Late autumn portrays the withering leaves, reliant upon fragile branches for survival. Amidst the intricate tapestry of autumn foliage, she wanders, witnessing the transformations of brown, red, orange, yellow, and green, reveling in the intimate gaze cast through the woods upon her attire.

Strolling into the meticulously tended Japanese garden, though late in autumn, some verdant leaves persist, vibrant and unwavering. Two butterflies drawn by the fragrance alight upon her chest and thighs, their wings gently fluttering, pausing briefly before soaring to another perch. Beyond the window, golden leaves quietly ascend onto La Perla's dress one afternoon, sunlight etching lace patterns upon her legs, tenderly veiling them. Prada sandals snugly enfold her feet, adorned with golden floral motifs. The rich hues of yellow, blended with orange and red, gradually intensify, shifting onto Blumarine ensembles, harmonizing with Japanese motifs and Chinese clasps, encapsulating Eastern allure.

As the crimson leaves mature, they bring forth an enchanting purple, adorning both La Perla's floral bodice and a vintage '90s Blumarine velvet skirt. Once resplendent with crimson and purple, the maple leaves now echo somber shades of brown, intertwining inadvertently with La Perla's bodice and a D&G patterned maxi skirt, extending from the chest to the ankles, rooted yet serene.

Chasing after maple leaves amidst dense thickets, she finds herself unable to grasp even a single one, as red, yellow, orange, green, and brown leaves wrestle in the wind, futilely descending to the ground. They bring vitality in the dampness of spring, shade in the scorching summer, and an autumnal fantasia of colors. As they bid a hurried farewell, their smiles linger, "Until we meet again next spring," they say with unspoken warmth.