An old, simple soldier once told me that when he returned home after the war, he found his village devastated and his whole family killed long ago. Alone in the world and unable to shed any more tears, all he could do was sit on his house's ruins, staring soullessly at the green rice field with the grey cloudy sky above. This song reminds me about his kind of "aftermath" moment and all the nameless people who paid their lives fighting for aristocratic "lords" and "warriors".
