War writing.
The island is surrounded by sea. Stay away from land. Like an oasis hanging out of thin air on the sea.
We grew up on the island. Be trained.
Then we took everything the island taught us and went to another country. Generation after generation. Scattered to the end of the world.
All wartime love is born on the island. Died with the island.
The island remained silent. The bright moon is in the sky. The light is so bright that it makes people cry.
This is the only one. The last island.
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