I particularly like the word Luo Chou Qi Hen.
If the words themselves were to describe the colors one by one, these four words would probably be the strongest dark red or deep purple. At that time of worry, the light in the person's eyes was probably dim, and such a dark color seemed to be black. But in the eyes of onlookers, because Luo Qi is frivolous, the color is a bit gorgeous, which is unknown.
I want to write about the eyes of a bystander, starting from watching and ending with entering the game. As the road goes further and further, no one can pick themselves out. If a performer could be his own audience, I wonder what he would look like in his eyes? Thinking about it this way, I hope that when watching other people's stories, these eyes can be more compassionate and fair.
Chu Lingran had such eyes. I want to see this world through his eyes. On the high platform of the Commercial Building, through the rows of eaves under the moonlight, I can see those people who are each dreaming of their own worldly dreams.