When the Smoke Stops, the War Begins

This article is fictional and does not involve politics. All characters, place names, and events are fictitious and serve the plot. When the smoke no longer rises and artillery fire ravages this land He came through the dust of Paris, soared in the blue sky, and fought with the enemy. She came with the scenery of the small town, hiding deep in the floating world, fighting for her faith A crazy love a hundred years ago, a touch of red dust in the era Look at a small town rising from the smoke to the flames of war. It is a silhouette of a vigorous era, and it is a long-flowing song of victory.