The bell of Christ has become history, and the dusty days no longer echo. The new millennium knocks on the door of history, and everything reappears in front of us. Looking back at my hometown, it is mottled and vicissitudes, worn out like Wang Fu rock in the sand.
History will not forget, nor will people forget. Facing the dark and gloomy muzzle, we no longer hope to face the desperate cry for help, but we can only choose silence. For forgotten memories. We have become a forgotten tribe, and now our scars have been uncovered ... The peace and love for life we need is not a turbulent world, but a devastated world. Once we also had a dream, a green home, full of fresh lemon fragrance.
However, in mourning for suffering again and again, what we need is a voice of "rejecting war and maintaining peace" and giving the strongest judgment to those combatants in the name of the whole world.