The harsh gunshots from the rooftop were gradually drowned in the heavy rain, and dark red blood flowed into the soles of my feet along with the rain. The man was still smiling, but his smile was a little stiff. I didn't put down the gun. Why didn't I put down the gun? He was my lover. The rain was heavy and the gun was cold. I knew I had killed my lover.
Intention: Love never dies