The rolling waves reflect the soft light of the moonlit night and exude a faint purple color, which is magical and refreshing. There is a huge white tower standing by the beach, which looks particularly mysterious because of the halo.
A girl stood by the window and stared into the distance. Loneliness could not cover her charming face, and there was no sense of light in her empty eyes. There is no passing time, no scene of livelihood, and a deathly silence. This is a place forgotten by time. There is no trace of life. Only the light purple waves blow away everything. All that is left is waiting. . . . . .
The journey of life will be overturned, and the door of memory will be opened like this