He was alone and drew his sword to confront those people, alone and alone. He had seen her fall under the flowers and moonlight, but he was extremely weak. At that time, he was kneeling there, blaming himself in his heart, but he had no courage and could do nothing. Now he had to smile helplessly. In the end, he was defeated. He murmured, "I am defeated for love." After that, his hand with the sword was bloody, and he stabbed his heart with the sword. He fell into a pool of blood... The night fog dispersed, and the sky was full of stars.
Concept: Fantasy