Some may be good at trading it, but trading destroyes the good itself. Hi, when we meet a stranger. That's mourning for the loss of a hero.
People spit into the earth between their widening distance.
That's a Chinese question. Whenever I recall the happy time in the past, I could not control my sad feelings over those guys who gave up their lives for whatever reasons. I think they must have felt so strong an emotional courage as to bid farewell to this world. I am sure that we will meet them somewhere, some time, . . . . We should remember them forever in our lives.