The rising sun had not yet illuminated the eastern sky of dawn; the people stood in Tiananmen Square—their faces etched with protest and a yearning for democracy and freedom. Confronted by a multitude of tanks rolling down the streets, they could only stand by and watch; for the people possessed nothing and knew not how to resist. You swept through with machine-gun fire, yet you could not cleanse the blood-stained square. The will of the people remains unyielding; the long river of history will