A depressed battlefield goes mad
It is repeated in the box
It is the sink combination and the yell of blood echo

I was wishing in the arena of warfare
It gives it without making me a horrific killer
It doesn't try to commit suicide…


The separation is War Memorial Day
It wished that this day not come
My prayer did not reach
It keeps screaming living cruelly by red hands



Have not it collapsed if I love everyone more?
Did it end without crying by all if I was more in by the side?
The thing that love is asunder and good doesn't decide it
Only the adult like a child overflows
I do not want to see damaged because of second carving any longer
I do not understand family love
There is not a thing that the darkness of mind is damaged though there is no place to which it returns either
However…you can be said love now