where a submarine lay, helplessly.
The air filled with fear and despair,
Survivors were facing death.
Someone had to choose:
To be guilty or not guilty.
A choice has been made, cruelly.
A kind-hearted sinner, suffered and bore the pain himself.
He struggled, and struggled.
Finally he took the responsibility.
He made his sacrifices and died without regret.
How can I tolerate this man?
He killed a lot of innocents.
Why am I feel so sad?
The sadness comes, it makes me believe
Who is the real saint.
I respect him.
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