Falling Leaves, Repairing Bamboo, Recalling the Past

The sound of drums sounds in the evening, and the setting sun dissipates the remaining warmth. She asked: Do you really want to marry her? He pointed his sword at her and returned: She is the only one from beginning to end. If you take one step forward, I will kill you. She now understands that every inch of love hurts more. She took a step forward and stabbed her chest with the sword, causing blood to flow. This life would be over...