The bloody pear blossoms flying all over the sky are so dazzling in the white snow in winter. The snowflakes seem to be mourning his miserable life. The originally bright cherry blossoms dyed in blood red look so thrilling and exciting. He died like this, and no one was sad for him. Only the natural scenery showed a trace of pity for him. The market is still so bustling, the crowds are still shuttling, the wind is still howling, and the snow is still falling. No one notices the blood red here until it is slowly submerged in the white snow...