The setting sun is like blood.
There is no nostalgia, no reluctance, and no sadness...
The young man looked up at the sky that seemed to be crying, his purple and blue eyes seemed to be crying, a kind of sadness that was so painful that it was numb and painless, and he could not shed tears or express it.
No matter how violent raindrops hit my slender body, I am indifferent... And I have no strength left...
Forget it, I really have given up...