The wife,
Who was crying with love,
Was crying with love,
Pulling the white cloth,
Looking for a drop of blood,
But without it,
Her husband burst into tears.
Therefore,
Unable to give a drop of red blood,
She died in a pool of red blood.
The wife,
Who had been separated from her lover,
Died in a pool of red blood.
She must have thought how much more her lover loved her than her husband.
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A lot of imagination, brother. Keep it up!