He squatted in the rain, looking at the withered phoenix flower, as if he were seeing an old thing that had been lost for many years, so he rolled up his sleeves and let the warm blood flow into the soil between his fingers.
She was woken up by the thunder, and when she opened her eyes, there was a man squatting in front of her. He took pictures of me, watered me, loosened the soil, and even gave me his blood.
Intention: Since it will hurt, it is better to give up