"From the time when his bullet hit the first Englishman, from the first message of the North African Army that my Bombe decrypted... The tombstone of each deceased person is every love letter between us. The width of stacking those tombstones is our distance. It is too long, too far. The blood of German soldiers and the tears of Mother Britain flowed into a long river... If you can't cross it, you can only burn it..."
There are brilliant wildflowers blooming in front of Betty's grave in Portsmouth, and the general and the child are still nostalgic for a long time; but the relationship between the two young people on the seaside of Cosage is like a person strangled to death in the dark night, where is its tombstone?
Only the nightingale sings a sad song in the dark night.