On the high platform, a man in black clothes was kneeling on the ground holding a man in white clothes in his arms.
The blood on the man in white soaked through his clothes and flowed towards the man in black clothes. Hearing the shouts of the people around him over and over again, the man in white clothes finally raised his blood-stained hand to touch his cheek and gently wiped away the tears. He whispered softly, "You have always owed me an apology. You can say it to a stranger, but it is difficult for me to say it. You... Will... Cough cough cough." The cough gradually weakened and his hand fell.
What came down from the high platform were apologies over and over again.
Intention: There is no absolute right or wrong in things, it's just that different people have different positions and opinions.