In the rainy small town, Lin Shu was walking slowly in the damp alleys holding an umbrella. Suddenly there was a noise in front of her. She walked forward quickly and saw a boy covered in blood lying on the moss-covered stone slab. She was stunned. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. The boy forced a smile at her and passed out.
Intention: We will all miss, lose, and regret, but loss is loss. We can't change it, so let's accept the reality calmly.