The Crouching Tiger of Heterosexual Love

The night today is dark. The sky is infinitely black, and the earth is infinitely black. The wind was howling, and this night was destined to be spooky and uneasy. Some irreversible regrets are destined to happen... In the vast darkness, there is a faint orange shadow. The water and moon are like this, so they can't add much light to this dark night. There were three dark shadows vaguely visible on the ground, stacked on top of each other. Just like the ghostly halo in the splash-ink painting of black lacquer. It can be roughly discerned that the three of them are supporting each other and moving forward slowly. The strong wind blew mercilessly, unable to disperse the endless darkness, but only made the three of them look even more cowered. Among the three people, one is an old man dressed in rich clothes...