Just had a winter rain, the temperature makes the joints stiff, and you hid in this warm room to shoot. You have a black pistol on your left arm, you don’t like to smile, your eyes are like a kitten, soft and stubborn. Accidentally, your sharp-edged figure is left in my mind, and the feathers gently fall on your skin, like my sight. The lights are feasting outside the window, today is really beautiful. .