Like a naked wound.

I forgot to shake off a few lines.

Like a lamp in Gu Zhuo, it lights up life, but there is no hope.

Open the window and see all this urgently.

Maybe lonely, maybe boring.

Through the window, they all become beautiful and slim in the sea.

How will the story end?

Yearning in the eyes of loneliness

Those bad eyes

So what if you're free?

The melancholy of bagpipes on street corners

Impression of sunrise outside the window

It is my loneliness and strength.