At the memorial service, Captain Zhao read the eulogy in a low voice, "...Death is the end of life, but their courage will be forever sung by us."
"It's a shame we can't even find their bodies, no matter how much we praise them, they can't hear us anymore. But our lives must go on, carrying a part of them with us."
"Let us forever remember their names and observe a five-minute silence in their honor."
Zhang Yuan bowed his head below, letting out a light sigh. It was hard to imagine what it must have been like to wait for death alone in such a place.
Suddenly, he felt very fortunate to have escaped from that unknown, great fear. Such high-tech, related to dimensions, was like magic to humans.
After 5 minutes, the entire memorial service ended.
The mourners quietly left, leaving only the family and friends crying softly.
Zhang Yuan started up his electric wheelchair and left the room.
