Just like this, the splattered blood was shattered and his eyes were dyed red. She clenched her fists and staggered forward, one corpse after another, her sad smile was gentle. Wiping away the tears in her heart, she summoned up all her hatred and rushed towards the man. With blood as a sacrifice and bullets as supplements, the blood rained down like clouds and flowing water in the yard, like a dream or an illusion. ... The setting sun hangs slanting in the sky, shining fairly on everything like hell. Finally she walked to him... "Why... Is it you?" Despite the bullet being shot into his chest, he just sneered, the expression on his face was indescribably complicated and calm. "There is only one way in life" she whispered with thin lips... A song of departure, a song of sorrow. This is a story about life and death and love, a dream-weaving story that belongs to the last life.