1945#6

I don't want to see people die anymore.

I don't want to hear the war again. I don't want to see my friends dying. Humanity will bear the scars of our wars for ever.

Deep is the coldness of mournings.

A piano is singing, far from there, far from war, far from death. And the melody will continue, continue, continue beyond the end of the war.

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