Little thoughts on war and peace
I stole the hole of history
I touched the sorrow of Zhao country
The gentle Changping Four hundred thousand fallen feathers of crows on the bloody ground
Three hundred thousand dead bodies in Nanjing
Hearing the wailing of soldiers
Nine white skies over 600,000 square kilometers of land
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The pervasive tragedy
Seeing the blood and tears falling from the sky
Achieving the endless sea of ??blood
Soaking the desolate earth
Ah, it turns out that peace is so beautiful
It is worth cherishing...