Under the waves of the great era, no one can escape unscathed. However, even war cannot instantly destroy everyone's lives. Most of the time, social changes are like a gradual simmer in warm water. After all, the collective nature tends towards conservatively maintaining the status quo; thousands dilute the impact brought by the era's waves unconsciously, with change and tradition reaching a dynamic balance through confrontation and demise, jointly pushing the world upwards like a spiral.
Only when you look back years later, do you awaken with a start, realizing that on that ordinary rainy night, which drizzled gently, many people's lives silently changed.
