happy smiling faces, revolving songs and dances, peace and tranquility where nothing has happened,
everything you have done and experienced seems to be in a trance The meaningless,
the lost lives, brothers and blood, the hatred, the hostility, the mutual killing, the repeated breakdown of the spirit,
all of these seem to be meaningless and become very far and light.
The world is moving forward confidently, with colorful colors,
but you are turned on the road, you are left behind, you have a broken heart, you catch up with the team,
but in your ear, there is always a bullet flying The voice of the past,
you often see clearly in your nightmares that the comrades around you fall down one by one,
but you can't answer why, why are you lost? Everything that fell,
you escaped from a battlefield that exhausted you physically and mentally and lost your beliefs,
but the reality gave you a different kind of unreal and illusory feeling, so you were still deep in it.
They are too happy, this is your original purpose, but this happiness is too taken for granted, it is also close to you, but at the same time far away from you,
so you don't even know what you have done and why?
The more you look at what happened in the past, the more illusory you are, and you don't know anything about yourself now,
so you sat down on the ground weakly on a beautiful morning, shedding weak tears, no, it's not weakness,
I can't do it , never put on a military uniform again, never touch a gun, even just to face a bird.
"Do you know what I'm for?" He wasn't the only one who didn't understand, and
those comrades who quickly integrated into life also didn't have an answer.
The answers that were once clear have been melted into obscurity by blood.
Those who have disappeared are thus silently erased by the world's traces of existence.
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