"Eighty-Year Memorial"
The alarm pierces the clouds and splits the eight decades, the broken stele still remembers the fresh bloodstains.
The sound of gunfire echoes in the cold moonlight of the Lugou Bridge, the wind howls in the purple frontier, and the bones have not yet settled.
A hundred thousand loyal souls buried in the wild grass, the dust of the Japanese engraved in the annals of history for thousands of years.
Do not forget the smoke of war today, and honor your heartfelt intentions towards the vast sky.
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