Fifty Short Years

I often go back to the time when I was in the Anti-Japanese War in Blue Sea Star. It turned out that I was just a student. I stood in the misty rain on the Qingming morning, looking at the very familiar tombstone, and I knew that I was him and he was me. After fifty years of ups and downs, why am I still dreaming? Is Qi Men Dun Jia and resurrection just a dream in the end? Where should I go? My good brother, my lover, and my identity have all disappeared in fifty years. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.