We need a war, a war that can alleviate all contradictions.
The obligation of a chess piece is to remember the mission, obey orders, and then pick up a weapon to break the enemy's head. If fortunate enough to fight to the last moment, then record the war for future generations to admire.
The new conflicts intensified the long-buried grievances, finally leading to the future war.
What is supposed to come will always come, but what does it make us lose? What did you get?
There are as many cherry blossoms as there are sacrifices for as much blood as there is flowing.