A Blanket of Maple Red

In autumn, the transparent wind blows up the blue curtains, and people in the windows can see the sunshine and trees outside the window. I really want to draw them. I will always love the combination of green and white, refreshing and beautiful. Some music can really evoke energy in people's hearts, like the Croatian Rhapsody that the man in the window is playing. But I feel my depletion, like a maple leaf that has lost its vitality and spiritual power. I can only use the last warm red to miss the disappearing enthusiasm and hustle and bustle of summer. There is only a desolation that makes people sigh, and I am destined to not survive this winter. Conception: