G Star Homme One leaves quietly fall from the top of the dark green tree with a yellowish tinge, in the context of falling into the arms of Mother Earth at the foot of the mission of the year when the leaves fall to the completion of their cycle. It's tough for leaves to leave the branches and wait for the next reincarnation—if reincarnation is a leaf, growth is falling so hard that it falls into the earth, which is the fear of rebirth. This is a tribute to the life cycle of fate and desire, rather than engaging in critical dialogue without opening up. A falling leaf alone is enough to explain the pace of the fall, which has come to permeate a natural sadness for no reason. Are we the falling leaves or the fruit of maturity? Yiyezhiqiu (a metaphor for understanding life’s impermanence) doesn’t wait until the hair wraps around the ears to know too much, leaving half-barren pity behind.
(Note: The original text seems poetic and abstract, blending imagery and philosophical concepts, thus the translation retains this tone while clarifying its meaning as much as possible.)