The autumn color in Kyoto is getting darker and darker. With the rising and falling of the sun every day, the leaves on the tree tops seem to be more and more unable to withstand the attack of the cooler autumn wind, whirling and falling in the wind with yellow edges.

It's cool at night, and a bright crescent moon hangs quietly on the branches. Danxuan stands quietly beside a big tree in his yard with a gray coat. His eyes blink slightly and look at the crescent moon in the dark sky. His tender face looks more white under the moonlight.

A cool breeze blew slowly, and Danxuan tightened...