When someone reads this story one day, I may be dead, or maybe I am not.
Even if it doesn't happen, just think of me as dead.
Who knows? But that doesn't matter anymore. In this hellish city, I can no longer tell where the living and the dead are.
The people of the past have passed away, the family and the country have perished...
How dare you have any thoughts?
As for tomorrow... There is no tomorrow...
Intention: The people of the past have passed away, the family and the country have perished, but those who were kind and wanted to live well died, while those who did not deserve to live lived well.
