Marx Luger once said:
The smoke of war rises, swallowing this nameless place.
The general orders his soldiers to fight with all their might,
all for a reason long since forgotten.
Only a patch of clouds remains, weeping quietly on a corner of the hill.
Li Buyan once said:
I see you in the sunlight.
No matter where I am, I can hear you.
I run to you and hold you tenderly.
But, my dear, you won't be there.
I don't want to say goodbye.
Let's promise to meet again.
Finn:
Sleep until I can no longer hear the bugle's clarion call.
Tell her to find me an acre of land,
on the other side of the hill, with only a few leaves:
parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Moritz once said:
I've never been a good person.
I hate this world.
I want to leave this filthy place as soon as I can.
Wherever I end up,
please prepare a guitar and a lavish dinner for me.
Let me thank you for taking me in with my guitar,
just as they say: "Moritz is a madman."
Coming from Tieba, the writing is very good, keep up the good work. Please try to write as many articles as possible. There are too few articles with good World War II backgrounds like this these days.