In my memory, there is a scene that I can never forget. The bright flame gradually disappeared in front of my eyes. At the same time, the red color rushing out of my chest hurt my eyes, making everything around me pale, like a black and white world, a world that had nothing to do with me. At this moment, in front of my eyes, in addition to the bright red, there is also a sword, soaked in my blood, slowly softening, gradually falling into the soil and turning into dust. Ha... It's you, how could I have thought it was you? I really want to go back and ask you, why do you do this, and who do you think I am? ! Anyway, this ending... I accept it. But it would be nice if I could see you again, just look at you one last time. It's just that I no longer have the opportunity, energy or time to look at you again, but I really want to look at you again. The tears are no longer under my control. It's good to be able to cry for the last time. The knife melted with the blood and fell to the ground. My whole body had lost its strength and fell heavily to the ground. He definitely couldn't see my expression from behind. Do you feel heartache? ........