Say Goodbye to the Beauty of the Day

He hugged her tightly, the blood on his neck dyed the cross red, and his long hair was entangled with the other person's hair. On the throne where countless corpses were piled up, she nestled in his arms, fearless of the putrid smell emitted by each body. He lives only for her, Even if his hands are stained, his heart is crushed, even if he is destroyed and ridiculed by the world, he spurns himself and falls in a pool of blood. Or you may be burdened with dirt and shame on the side of the filth, but you can still hear the sharp cry of your soul.