From the boiling sky to the dead silence, it actually only takes one morning - maybe less. Die La Die La reached out and touched the map on the wall that was always innocently used as cannon fodder, and then rubbed it against his face. The clean and sunny smell of the military uniform made him a little unaccustomed to it - so he crossed his arms so that he could be exposed to this smell in a larger area.
Die La Die La also thought about going somewhere for a moment, but he was not used to it——
He is always the last person from the boiling sky to the deathly silence;
He didn't dare to——
He was afraid that someone would come in his direction while he was going in that direction; he was afraid that they would really miss each other if they walked in the direction of meeting each other, and would not even be able to see each other for the last time.
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