The hazy drizzle fell on the cemetery in the backyard of the church.

Christopher dragged his body and tried hard to lift the stone tablet, which was engraved with the owner's name: Raymond Pune.

"Raymond..." The priest murmured in the drizzle, holding up the moist soil and tamping the monument.

On the third day of the fall of the Holy Land, Raymond's body was found. The surrendered soldiers sent the knight of the Resurrection Town to the cathedral, and his blood was dried up. Christopher still remembered that he had smoothed his eyelids.

Raymond was buried beside his daughter, as he had asked before.

Christopher opened his dry lips, and he was supposed to recite the scriptures at this moment, but he couldn't say it.

The Lord will protect you. The priest originally planned to say this, and he has said countless times before.

However, Raymond died in battle and rested in peace under the monument.

"Raymond," Christopher said slowly after a long time, "You are the best one in our country."

The priest beat the mud on the monk's robe and stood up and returned to the church hall.

The dark sky, dark clouds are pressing down, as if they are about to overthrow the holy land.

This is a holy land, and it should be the kingdom of heaven on earth.

"Old friend, you buried Raymond." Christopher heard the voice of his best friend Carlo Young behind him, "It's time to buried me."

Christopher stared at him, not knowing how to reply.

"This is the holy land, the place closest to the Lord. Don't worry, I will go to heaven. Whenever I go there, whether true believers or pagans, they will put down their swords and set up plowshares for each other." There was not much time, Carlohan looked up at the ceiling, and the light-transmitting colored windows were covered with the goodness of faith.

Carloyang closed his eyes, but he didn't die of breath. He just closed his eyes and rested for a while.

The priest stood up and looked around at the church that was no longer as glorious as before.

Refugees, who were familiar or strange, leaned on each other, trembling in their trembling movements, and panicked in sadness and panic. They kissed the statue of the saints, clasped their hands together, and recited the scriptures in their respective voices, and tears dried up on their faces.

The holy land has fallen.

They all knew, so they prayed and hoped that the Lord would know.

Christopher saw Anne.

The girl snuggled in her mother's arms. Her mother was sleeping soundly, staring at the wounded soldier with a broken limb beside her, restlessly and curiously.

After crossing the refugees lying on the ground, the priest walked to the wounded soldiers and examined the wounds.

The wounded soldiers burned for two consecutive days.

"Father, I'm going to die, I'm going to die... Where is the Lord?" The wounded soldier cried, and his consciousness was mocking, and the child hole in his eyes gradually lost its focus.

He stretched out his hand unconsciously, his nails broke, and his fingertips twitched and trembled.

Christopher could only do his best to comfort him, recite scriptures for him, and the verses of Mass, and said to him that this was a holy land, the place closest to the Lord, and that repentance here could be passed to heaven.

The wounded soldier did not repent to the Lord.

He slapped his head in pain, stretched out one hand, and shouted: "Mom, Mom...Where is the Lord?...Mom...Go home...Mom."

The wounded soldier called his mother.

Christopher's face was stuck, the priest could not recite the scriptures, and every syllable was stuck in his throat. Tears were in his eyes.

A pair of small hands held the outstretched hands of the wounded soldier.

Anne, she walked out of her sleeping mother carefully.

She held the hand of the wounded soldier.

The refugees were shocked by the screams of the wounded soldiers. They listened to the wounded soldiers thinking of their mothers and hometowns. When they turned around, they saw the dry tears on each other.

"Go home, mom...go home quickly...mom." The wounded soldier didn't think of the Lord, and he called out to his mother.

Where is the Lord?

In the church, they looked at each other in a daze, rubbed the icons, they stared at each other's expressions, and on their numb faces, they were confused, panic, and suffering... they couldn't find the answer.

...The uncountable, eager eyes of answer, they looked at the priest and Christopher.

The priest held the statue and wanted to seek answers from the scriptures, but he didn't know where to start.

Where is the Lord?

Our Lord,

Why do people in the world suffer?

Christopher was silent.

Silence for a long time.

Listening over and over again, the wounded soldier's yelling.

"Lord, are you by our side?"

In a tender and ethereal tone, holding the wounded soldier's hand, Anne lowered her body and sang in a low voice.

“Can you hear the singing?

That's the world,

All the suffering people stood up and sang."

"Where is the Lord" is a song that every child has learned.

"Lord, why is the long night so long?

Distant and difficult,

Where is our angel's hometown?

There are continuous green mountains there.

There are beautiful girls there.

When will I return to my hometown successfully?

Back to my mother.”

At first, the girl sang in a low voice, shy and soft, her mother woke up quietly, hugged the girl in a hazy way, and gently echoed.

The refugees who leaned on the image of the saints trembled violently.

After days of suffering, layers of numbness, what has the girl’s singing awakened?

They thrust their mouths, and the string called hope was trembling.

"Lord, are you by our side?"

I don’t know who led the lead, and the singing was picked up.

One, two... Thousands of singing gathered together, and they rang out loudly in an instant.

“Can you hear the singing?

That's the world,

All the suffering people stood up and sang."

In the church, there were countless people, and the believers stood up and sang loudly, unable to help but feel involuntarily.

"Lord, why is the long night so long?

Distant and difficult,

Where is our angel's hometown?

There are continuous green mountains there.

There are beautiful girls there.

When will I return to my hometown successfully?

Back to my mother.”

Anne, who was singing in a low voice, her cheeks flushed with shyness and her voice was completely relaxed. She seemed to be conducting the conductor and leading everyone to sing.

"Lord, you hear everyone singing,

The blood of suffering,

Goodness in the world,

All faiths,

Until every inch of hot land shines in dawn.

Even if the smoke is filled with smoke, the haze is above,

We still have a high voice,

Due to all the injustice in the world, they will eventually be judged.

Because of all the sufferings in the world, they will eventually be measured."

People helped each other up, stood up in front of the statue, and sang loudly and sang.
To be continued...