Literary Style: In the peach blossom pond, the orioles are singing on the branches, you are on the other side and I am on this side, the wind is blowing, but I see the corners of your mouth raised and your black hair slightly messy.
Little Romance: Could it be like the novel, where the heroine was so frightened by the hero's prank that she closed her eyes and didn't react for a long time, then slowly opened her eyes, and the hero was looking at her blankly, and the dusty memories in her heart were awakening.
Luxurious dark version: sand~! The leaves rustled, but the sound was not so real in the wind. Blinded by the wind and sand, I saw a pool of water in my eyes. The girl was sitting there with a smile, stroking the yellowed skull in her hands, and grinning silently, "Hey, I said." She raised her head, held the skull in her hands, her smile was as warm as a flower, "Do you want to try it?"
Simple and crude version: The heroine works from beginning to end, trying to kill herself.