“……I know this is an incredibly challenging and disheartening time, so disheartening that every night before we sleep, we find ourselves asking：Can we truly see the sun rise tomorrow? Can we endure one more fifteen-minute interval, waiting for them to recover their physical and mental health, to break free from the heartbreaking symptoms? Can we keep our minds clear, avoiding harm to our loved ones through these excruciating days? Can we? Our path is fraught with uncertainty, filled with thorns, yet many of our fellow citizens march forward, willingly shedding their blood among those thorns, in search of a brighter future for us all. Our brothers and sisters, are they safe now on the distant Eastasian battlefield? Do they receive the letters we send, and do tears fill their eyes when they read them? I have a son and a daughter, both of whom enlisted in the recruitment two and one year ago, respectively. Last month, I received a letter from my daughter, Virginia. She wrote that she had been injured in a battle, and the ship was split in half by a bomb. Fortunately, she jumped into the sea in time and swam back to the base, escaping a watery grave. Now she can no longer play her beautiful piano music, a talent that once made her the most renowned young pianist in Wansacity. Her dream used to be to perform the paino all around the world, but now her only wish is to return home safely to reunite with us.However, just last month, my son Jonathan lost contact with me…These two children are my only family, and I realize I am bearing a burden unimaginable until now. But on this sad land, who among us is not enduring their own catastrophe? Who among us has not fallen from the heights of happiness into the endless vortex of an unexpected war? We are fragmentized, but we are interconnected, without being driven away or being scattered by the enemy…”