我们像囚犯一样连夜逃跑撤离这个城市，去哪，不知道，只知道只有逃跑才能活

We fled all night and evacuated the city like prisoners. Where to go, we don't know, we only know that only escape can survive. People fled around in vain, and when they were really tired, they lay down to sleep for a while, and then restarted their aimless journey. When encountering an air attack, everyone hid in the trenches. Only my paralyzed grandfather stayed on the road with no one, watching the plane dive and aim, listening to the roaring engine flying over his head. What follows is that the bad weather will test our lives and deaths. Winter is a disaster for the poor, a ubiquitous and constant threat. No matter how hard I try, I still don't know what we did to make us bear all the harm that the war inevitably brings.

We escaped like prisoners overnight from the city, where we went, not knowing, only to escape to live. People fled in vain, tired, lay down and slept for a while, and resumed their aimless journey. When the air raid hit, everyone was hiding in the trenches, and only my paralysed grandfather remained on the uninstripped road, watching the plane swoop and aim, listening to the roaring engine fly over his head. What followed was the test of our lives by bad weather. Winter is a disaster for the poor, a ubiquitous and constant threat. No matter how hard I try, I still don't know exactly what we did in the first place, to make us bear all the damage that war is inevitable.

Like prisoners, we fled all night to leave the city. We don't know where to go. We only know that we can survive only by running away. People run around in vain. When they are really tired, they lie down and sleep for a while, and then start their aimless journey again. When there was an air raid, everyone hid in the ditch. Only my paralyzed grandfather stayed on the deserted road, watching the plane dive and aim, listening to the roaring engine flying over his head. What follows is the test of life and death from bad weather. Winter, for the poor, is a disaster, a ubiquitous and constant threat. No matter how hard I try, I still don't know what we did in the beginning, to make us bear all the inevitable harm of war.<br>