Tower under the maple tree, dust in the jar.
The red maple leaves buried his eyes, and he was so misty that he dared not move forward...
The figure under the tower is like blood splashing in the heart, and it is like a knife blade slashing in front of the eyes.
The moon is no longer the spotlight of the maple leaves, but rises into the sky, and the stars hold the moon; and the maple leaves also become dim, sitting on the snowdrift, very desolate.
Intention: When the reds and greens fade away, what will happen again?