The setting sun poured in through the crack of the open door, and the things hidden in the dark stairwell slowly came into light. He saw the girl leaning against the wall. The sunset half fell on her face, and her long eyelashes were covered with teardrops, as bright as hibiscus in clear water. The teardrops seemed to be nostalgic for the white skin and refused to fall. He pulled her with his right hand and held her tightly, ignoring her delicate struggles and coveting every inch of her beauty... May you be your own sun without relying on anyone's light.
Intention: youth