Blood and concrete

On a rainy night, water blends seamlessly with blood.
In the rainstorm, cries of despair fade into distant echoes.
Life and death dance together, weaving the threads of fragile hopes, in the struggle to define one's identity, in the quest for even a fleeting glimpse of happiness in a world ruled by selfishness, profit, and appearances.

The themes are presented explicitly, including acts of psychological, physical, and sexual violence, as well as coarse language.

I am not a native English speaker, so the translation may contain errors. I've done my best, though not entirely on my own.