Oh, I'm going to be divided tomorrow in the flames of war. No one knows how many people have been lost in it. No one knows what kind of posture this war will have, devouring their flesh and blood.

They are just a little numb, day after day, sending their bodies to this battlefield, allowing this gluttonous war machine to devour the sick to constantly provide corresponding nourishment, and there is nothing to go to, to tell.

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