The wind blew past, making your black hair flutter under the yellow sunlight. The faint smoke drifted, tinged with choking ash, stinging the blue eyes. The bitter days were still kept forever.

In the joyful song of heaven and earth, the birds chirped, he heard an unfinished word.

Returning to the old days, there was a time when the heart of a miserable person still passionately loved.

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USSR gave you everything and you gave him everything you had. Outside, the two of you were still extremely distant. You were the perfect sidekick. You secretly admired him. No one knew, not even you. There was an ambiguity between the two of you.

But it was buried. No one dared to say it. You did not dare to take off the hateful mask of hypocrisy. You did not want to admit it.

The day peace came was also the day you returned to your country. You were not born for the army. The war kept you here until today. You considered giving this honorary position to another junior.

That night, everyone held a farewell party for the comrades who were transferred. They drank, sang and chatted outside. Only USSR alone called you to the office.

You walk into the office. Prepared to face whatever greets you: A word colder than the Moscow winter.

“You are really leaving.”