The happiest people at this moment were undoubtedly Japanese music fans.
No one had expected Jiang Siming to actually write a Japanese song.
"Ahhh~ I'm so happy! Jiang-kun is really so talented~"
"I like him even more than I like Takuya Kimura now! Ahhh!"
"I'm so moved. I hope Jiang-kun can come to Japan and hold a concert someday~"
"I suddenly really hate our former military ancestors. Why did they have to invade Huaxia? Otherwise, Jiang-kun and we would definitely have had a friendlier relationship~"
"That's right. And those people even tampered with history. It really makes us feel ashamed."
"Ugh, there's nothing we can do. We don't have any say in it. When our generation takes charge of Japan, we'll make sure to face history properly and sincerely apologize to Huaxia."
No one could have imagined that because Jiang Siming had written a Japanese song, many Japanese fans had even begun to loathe their grandfathers and parents' generation.
They had started wars, distorted right and wrong, and invaded other countries.
But ordinary people like them had been helpless as well. The things their leaders wanted to do were not something they could change.
In fact, the vast majority of innocent civilians loved peace.
When the Wenchuan Earthquake struck Huaxia, many Japanese citizens had crowdfunded donations and supplies and sent them to Wenchuan.
And during Japan's 2011 Tsunami Earthquake disaster, many Huaxia citizens had also gathered donations and supplies to send back to Japan.
So ordinary people were innocent and kind. The despicable ones were only the Japanese authorities.
Every war broke out because of the greed of its leaders.
Just as Jiang Siming had said before, people who liked Japanese culture were like people who had fallen for their enemy's daughter.
There were conflicts, but there was also sincerity.