How many pairs of childish eyes, staring at the eternal struggle of mankind, send out their youth.
Request-people, give me back my peace! But countless such pure calls
Lost in the smoke, only their weak figures stood in the chaos.
In the middle. Indeed, I don't understand that we can give the child a doll, but we don't.
Willing to give her a peace she prayed for. And how many people can understand peace?
Your weight and value! ! !