An extended story based on a real person's experience during the war years. To put it simply, aside from the war background, it is still a piece of nonsense written by ordinary people. As a demon with incompetent copywriting, please read the details below.
The setting sun makes you drunk. The setting sun makes you drunk.
No one can hide it
Because my heart is already drunk
Who is the one who makes the smile? Who is the one who makes the beauty?
Silently stole my heart
Drunken heart Drunk heart is burned
I only wish that a dream in my heart would come true
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AnnouncementOkay, let me continue with the overhaul. . .
My completed work: