Tinker Tailor Soldier SpyFan
The lament of a group of old-school British spies.
They may be in London, they may be in Istanbul, they may be in Zurich
When cold air and hot air meet in the sky, rain and fog will inevitably fall.
Where hot and cold currents meet in the ocean, fish will thrive
When 'East' and 'West' collide in the world, they only crush humble individuals into powder.
The 'Cold War' satisfied many and destroyed many
There is no hero and there is no way to save
Hopefully these gentlemen will get what they want.