Ruins of ruins, rain of bullets, it was you who faced amputation, surgery, it was I who faced you. Fighting on the battlefield, I supported your faith on the front line. My hopes and beliefs persisted. Hopes were shattered. I wanted to hold your hand and stand in front of the Arc de Triomphe, on the top of Mount Hua. But you broke free from my hand and ran to your father's side alone.
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