I am no longer graceful. At this time when the soldiers are fighting fiercely and in danger, what should I be afraid of if I can use my body as a broken flower and a willow in exchange for a lifeline for the 100,000 people in Nanjing?
I am no longer beautiful. At this time of fierce war, if I can exchange my body for a glimmer of life for 100000 people in Nanjing, what am I afraid of?