How many times have I woke up from my dream in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat, and a sense of powerlessness gradually spread throughout my body. I put one hand on my forehead and showed a frustrated expression. Sure enough, I still can't forget that man...
Everything is dazzling red. Whose heart has been pierced by the cold blade? Whose roar is like a trapped animal in this blood-red world? A piece of white petals falls to the ground, but it is also dyed red. The red sky, the red moon, whose blood dyes this world red.
Half of its wings have been broken, and the angel is no longer able to fly back to heaven. He is desperate and full of despair. Even if he dies, he does not want to fall. Even if he has been dyed black, his soul is still pure white.