I got rid of the things in the brazier, drove everyone away, and placed the glass of wine I had prepared for myself on the table in front of the window.
Some people sacrificed their lives for their country, some sacrificed their lives for their families, some sacrificed their lives for love... Now, what am I considered a sacrifice for?
It seems that I have nothing left to die for.
It also seems that I have too much to die for.
Intention: If we are close to each other, who will save us from the chaos?
