The maple leaves all over the ground, the lonely sunset. Everything is so harmonious and peaceful. There is inevitably a bit of wind blowing in the deep courtyard of the mansion, especially in late autumn, which makes it even more sad and miserable. The long and winding corridor in the house, and the pool of dead lotus in the winding path leading to the secluded place, one can imagine the withering away of life. Late at night, there was desolation everywhere in the house. Meteors streak across the vast Milky Way from time to time. People say this is a sign that a person is about to die. For a person who is about to face death, one person's death is like a meteor passing by; but it is also the beginning of another person's life, like an early red sun.