In a foreign country ten miles away, a little girl can hold up half the sky.
We share weal and woe and face national calamity together. Who says that the love between sisters is not as good as that of brothers!
Two stubborn women drifted up and down in chaos, each performing their duties in the flames of war, like two roses covered with dust, their hearts strengthened by their thorns.
PS: I really like the song "Little Girl Half the Sky". I have been listening to it recently while writing this article, so I will use it as the background music for the upper part of the article.
The music in the lower part is "No Guns, Roses". Friends who are interested can search for it and listen to it. :)