The world is a reincarnation of two folds, with the brave shouldering the burden of advancing history, while the cowardly wander in the fog of history and survive.

The world war has lasted for 20 years, since he was a child, under the cultivation of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he is a person of self-denial in his bones, because there are few men who have died in the country, and it is also forced to let such a person who is not good at fighting on the battlefield out of desperation, and his family entrusted him with a relationship to find a position of "no blood", let him raise the battle flag on the chariot, and when he left, his mother sealed the inside of his collar and socks with a sachet to pray for peace, and his mother asked him to open it again in times of danger, so that the coward went on the road. Every night he lay in the trenches, he would think about why mankind had wars. He hated killing, he hated endless wars. He hated the smell of blood even more, and there was no trace of allegiance on his pale face, only exhaustion and deep hatred. The coward was forced to become a samurai, and he could only ask for more blessings on this battlefield where the sword did not have long eyes.

He closed his eyes, stuffed cotton in his ears, and recalled the dream of love in the piano music he practiced at home, and his heart was temporarily calmed. He picked up a dog's tail grass and beat it to the rhythm of the moon in the sky.

He also had a lover, and the lover who used to lie on the piano and listen to him quietly is now gone.

He allowed himself to be a coward on the battlefield, because that's what his mother secretly told him when he was at home, that he could avoid as much as he could, and as little as he could if he couldn't. Only his mother allowed him to be weak, so his weakness on the battlefield was justified.

His mother told him that it was not a bad thing to survive, and that as long as he was lucky enough to survive, he must survive. Such a mother's love for her child is the most real.

"it, you know kill, kill, kill. ”

After silently "playing" the piano music of Love Dream in the trench with a dog's tail, the coward shouted this sentence out freely, and it was late at night, and the soldiers in the trenches were asleep, and only a few people poked their heads out to look and made some discordant sounds.

"It's all paralyzed, there's no way, how can you win otherwise?"

A wisp of green smoke floated behind him, a tobacco leaf rolled by an old samurai.

"Give me a bite. The coward turned his back to the old samurai behind the trench and said, and they did not look back at each other, but handed the cigarette over.

"After taking this bite, I don't know if I'm dead or alive tomorrow. The old warrior coughed and cleared his throat.

"Will live, find a chance to survive. The coward took a puff and stepped the butt into the dirt.