The war is madness, I hate the British, it's the duty of a captured soldier to attempt escape, this is just a game, this war, the only important thing is how to live like a human being,
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong. For nothing now can ever come to any good. 绿茶婊祖师爷