Death may be easier than living, decisive and blood-stained.
Inexplicable rebirth, broken engagement, humiliation. She doesn't complain, it's okay to be ordinary now. The firelight reflected in the sky forced his hands to be stained with blood.
From now on, I feel sad.
He said she had no love, no hatred, and was ruthless. He said she was unintentional, but he didn't feel sad about it.