Thoughts about war?

The war is finally over. In the sad battle, I witnessed my friends leave me one by one. Watching them disappear in front of you, but unable to save them.

War always ends after many people die. And the so-called end is just a short rest.

Who knows how long this quiet time will last. Who knows what will happen when human ambition rises again?

They lost too much in this war. Friends, relatives, lovers.

The trick of fate turned friends into enemies.

Raise your gun sadly. Tears, pull the trigger, heart, blood and tears.

Why?

Why are we fighting?

You know how much I long for peace.

Why?

Why must there be a war?

Is it so difficult to live in peace?

Can't we have the same roots and live in peace?

Do not want to fight, do not want to fight, do not want to fight, do not want to fight,

The cry in my heart can't stop the torrent of the times.

I can only fight and fight with a heavy heart.

If you don't fight, you will lose important partners and important people.

But fighting will also lose many people.

Too many sad dreams, too much pain in my heart, too much repression of feelings, too much neglect of feelings.

Perhaps, everything will only come to an end.

The meaning of fighting and the real things that fighting wants to protect.

Perhaps, you can only understand it if you have died once.

Had to raise the gun.

I have to fight you.

This is not what I want, but what I have to do.

Why, must there be a war?

What the hell are we here for?