The cold wind slapped the girl's white skirt wantonly, like a pure white and holy flower on the high mountain. All her black hair fell down and floated in the cold wind. There was no star in the sky in the distance, like a hazy black cloth. After climbing one layer after another, she finally reached the top, and there was silence under her feet. She took a step forward and fell quickly, and bright red roses bloomed from the inside out. When she was dying, she seemed to see the blue sea again, with waves lapping on the rocks one after another, and seagulls flying freely on the sea in the distance. She thought she still liked that touch of blue.
Intention: Youth