A Cry Out of Nowhere

A murder occurred in a lecture theater... The joy and suffering that emerge in that frame are like ripples in the water, constantly rippling and changing. The river of time flows endlessly, and the undulating waves finally stop on a picture. I know it will definitely come, no matter how time passes and memories change. This beautiful but blood-stained face is still so vivid, and every deep or shallow wound on that face is engraved on my heart, and no amount of wind or rain can diminish it by half.