The willow branches are red under the full moon night, and the red willows are weeping like blood. Burning red willows and green smoke lead to the long street. Green walls with red bricks, and floating life at the end.
Intention: The autumn moon flies and the flowers disperse in the fleeting years. The laughter intoxicates the world. There is so much lingering that you can't see. The most heartbreaking thing is lovesickness.