The endless autumn rain brushes the moss，Floresta de bordo vermelho

The endless autumn rain brushes the moss，Floresta de bordo vermelho，The sound is rain falling with maple leaves，Eu caminhei por caminhos lamacentos na floresta，There was an embarrassed man with his back in the smoke and rain。There is nothing at hand，Sem capa de chuva，sem guarda-chuva。a woman sits gracefully on a wooden stool, playing a traditional kecapi (Chinese guzheng). She is dressed in flowing, light-colored clothing that moves gently with the breeze.

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad body, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits