In 1935, I met Su Jing at a girls' school in Hong Kong, and she taught me how to bandage my cut fingers.
We hid in the attic and listened to French chanson. She smiled and said, "It would be great if I could listen to it like this for a lifetime."
Later, her father forced her to marry a warlord as a second wife.
On the wedding day, I blended in among the guests and wanted to take her away.
Her father pulled open my collar in public, revealing the blue silk scarf she gave me.
"Look at this monster!" The whole hall was in an uproar.
Jing was wearing a red wedding dress and suddenly pulled out a paper knife and stabbed herself in the neck.
The blood dyed the golden lock on her chest red, and she fell into my arms: "My blood... Is redder than rouge..."
I picked her up and walked toward the sea. The officer's bullet penetrated our backs.
Purpose: Use destruction to confirm existence, use blood to blot out hypocrisy, and use sacrifice to protect the glory that cannot be tolerated in the world.