A creepy cry that sounds like a human voice, velvet black wings, the image of tearing into dead flesh; crows are known across the world as an ill-omened bird that flies down with ill-luck.

The leaves whirled in the yard.

Dust was blowing in the wind.

Those two are blindly enraptured with each other right now but they say first meeting someone is the first step toward goodbye. I wonder if they're aware of that.

Like a leaf in the autumn breeze.

It looks like cherry blossom-viewing season is at an end. You can see the petals fluttering down.

The swallows continued to disperse across the sky, until they had faded completely from our sight.

The Firework's displays final "Weeping Willow" display brilliantly launched into the night sky, slowly dripping down as it drew a gentle slope until finally its blossoming figure gradually vanished.

In the street, flags are flying.