The past of life is like a dream. Young people, if they don't have youth, they still care. Who would have thought that the ignorant young boy would want to go down the mountain to see the world, to see the wind and moon, but ah, under the mountain there is only the endless flames of war and the longing for the rain of bullets. But there is no such thing as a young master, there is only an old man of who knows how old, wearing small clothes and just showing off.
Purpose: I dare not forget to worry about the country despite my humble position