It was raining lightly in the dark sky. The raindrops hit the tiles and made a mournful sound. Finally, they fell into the pool and cried. There were corpses everywhere under the ring, and blood flowed into a river with the rain. The rain seemed to be doing its best to destroy the blood. On the ring, the young man in white tightly hugged the young man in red, burying his head in the young man in red. He seemed to be crying but also laughed miserably, and said, "Let's go home." The blood on the corner of the young man in red's mouth has been diluted by raindrops. His lips are light pink, his face is beautiful, and his eyes are lightly closed. All this scene is so quiet. The young man in white kept replaying the words of the young man in red in his mind, "If I could, I wish I had never existed, or I was just a floating cloud in the sky, a touch of dirt on the ground. If you don't have something, you won't lose it, but now I really want to go home, a home I don't know where."