Under the full moon, a woman in red clothes lay quietly on the bed. Under the moonlight, a line of clear tears left in the corner of the woman's eyes could be faintly seen. The low cry of the maid beside her ears gradually disappeared. In the haze, her eyes had opened at some point. Everything in the past seemed to be a thing of the past. I don't know what she had decided, but there was no fluctuation in her, only the traces of tears in the corners of her eyes...
Intention: Let go of attachment