There was a time when there were only two "nations" in the world.
There was a period of time when there were only two kinds of people in this world, constantly changing their positions...
In the era of the Cold War when the Iron Curtain was lowered, the world was divided by the blade of ideology.
This is an era when giants are wrestling in the shadows, and the fate of ordinary people is nothing more than the hair on the bodies of the two giants.
A tragic song dedicated to all the little people who are swept away by the torrent of the times and struggling to survive.
It depicts how every lonely soul looks for a glimmer of light in the ruins of despair, and protects the last bit of "human" warmth in his heart before he is completely reduced to a war machine.
Life is tragic and heroic, and like a fleeting meteor in the night sky, it briefly illuminates the cruelty and desolation of that era, and is eventually lost in the dust of history.
