3,000,000 people threw their lives away to protect the people of China. To restore China, to restore history.
History is written by the sacrificed blood for the peace of my country. However we can't take their dead bodies..in return, all we can do is bring their names.
The wind blows, the smell of blood flows and the dog tags bound together, making a sonorous rhythm. Sounds like a song from the sacrificers.
May this song be a requiem which led thin peacefully to heaven. I pray, from the heart.
VOUS LISEZ
Bǎo Zhòng, Friend
FanfictionHuman AU " He was just a beautiful man I saw on the street and now he means everything to me, to see him broken feels like glass to the feet but what can I do?"
