From Demacian Dawn Castle, to Ionia Presidium, from the Howling Abyss of the Freljord, to Shurima Nashram, you have seen the shy smile with the blond hair fluttering, and the red hairWeeping lowly; I have seen the confusion in the white hair fluttering, and I have seen the dream under the white hair flying; I have seen the seductive poison in the black rose, and I have seen the heartless look back in the blade. Too many peopleChoose war, but reflect painfully in the war. Too many people have lost their homes, relatives, and love, and they are paranoid and sinking. War, why? How to end the war, or be ended by the war?