People often use red to describe intense emotions, such as hate.
This is a story about a person who has hated him all his life and is finally avenged.
You "kill" your enemy, and eventually you are "killed" by your enemy.
Where hatred is, blood has stained it;
The blood stained it, and the hatred was there.
Willing to be a lonely person
The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which makes people feel quiet at first. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.