[But this time, we will unite in our hatred and confront their conspiracy and trickery!]
[This time—Brethren!]
[We will not lose!]
"We will not lose!" "We will not lose!" "We will not lose!"
Due to the sunlight, due to the fervent atmosphere, due to the anger ignited in thousands of people, the air heated up, even the chilly winter air at the beginning of the year was heated amidst the rising vapor of the crowd.
A widow, a mother, felt somewhat deprived of oxygen in her brain; dazed, she raised her head to look at the young man where the lightning was.
The young man, proclaiming the future, proclaiming the commencement of another war...
Different from those engulfed in frenzy, she felt a chilling cold sweep over her.
—Beneath high ideals, inevitably lie buried bones; beside impassioned proclamations, sacrifices always accompany.
