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Bombs are exploding, and guns are fired Somewhere, you know, on the frontline of war. Money can’t save from disaster; what for Are we fighting, resisting the Bloody Sun? I will flee in the future, I’ll run, But you will stay: You have to, with your great battle, With this art — to protect, to settle By your own hand, — and not someone’s alien. Meanwhile, I’ll remember: pale face, red lips, The dance, the voice and smeary kiss, Somewhere behind the curtain. If love is the art, I’m certain, We are madly in her. Touching your scarf, — transparent, — blurred… Goodbye? Your theater, ticket, train, Last glance. Will we be given, — once more, — at least one Small chance? Will you return to me, Having won your battle? Hoping that I will see My flower strong as metal.23 - The great battle (Cheng Fengtai/Shang Xirui)
October 23, 2025 at 3:18 AM