2022.03.01.
Triangle
From this small room a little far from downtownI can’t see anything even I stare
Maybe someone is praying for the far away sky
Maybe you are scared hiding youself
Shadows of dead are straying
Asking for tomorrow satisfied with everything
I can’t love the future world
Found only by destruction
Our eyes, your hands, our voices
Are different one another
Life is but a freedom
My skin, your mother, our love are
A miracle flying down
On a tiny blue floating planet
The thought of quiet grandpa passed to dad over the age
Sincerely climbing up a severe way
We were born after and live
Without knowing the pain
We shall take over the thought
Spread it as long as we can sing
A hero of a large country and a girl in the war
Their lives have the same value
Both are noble lives
A gun drawn by a vigorous lad
Is pointing to our own hearts
Like that pain
So deeply graved