What I saw was not the old Gu Yu standing by the window, looking at the falling autumn rain outside the window, playing with a lighter, and looking at the world playfully. He wanted to see the world clearly, he wanted to see the world clearly and love it, but he couldn't see clearly.
What I saw was the pure white sheets dyed red. The tangled quilts were messy and clinging to the hair and skin on the double pillow. The soft red lips are close to the hard red lips, the fiery red lips are close to the cold red lips, and the two lips are tangled together. They only have themselves and never care about the feelings of others. They are just mindless beasts that mercilessly ravage the most sensitive and vulnerable parts of my heart.
Conception: