Sometimes I wonder if they could have predicted the development of the war earlier, would they have been able to stop their losses in time, and at least leave less regrets in the last moments of their lives.
However, these are all "what if" after all.
At this moment, here and now, there is really only me left, a troupe whose future is uncertain.
There is another, dilapidated country.
Concept: In the context of war, everyone is helpless