Tale of Sunflowers along Southern Road

Southern grain fields... Wheat harvest days were dreamy days of our life. Mesmerized in the scorching rays of the sun, from dawn till dusk, this was our job: we were farmers. Every day, the sunflowers along the southern road greeted us. We, two “bro”s, with a sickle in hands, were the Knights of southern road!

But one day, everything changed. The war changed everything! A war, between two Lords who knew each other, and the people who didn’t know each other! The war began. We, my brother and I... in the battlefield! We were sent to the battlefield! We killed the people who didn’t know them and they... killed my brother, my only brother... an irremediable wound, a perpetual ulcer! Now, I’m coming back home with an incurable pain. Do the sunflowers along the southern road still greet me?!