Light - is as light as a piece of paper Light - the place where it lands on Light - it hurries while the applause is fading She is singing around the intolerable wound The script is on the stage performing the last scene While everyone from the village is sitting in their seats Seeing silently how time can abandon this theatre Flames of war have dirtied her tears Who is asking for candies in the wind In the first scene in beginning this story, dust has already covered the sunlight -biang- (1) Fear has been carved on the children's faces The wheat fields have already fallen in the direction the combat tank has passed The shape of the dandelion is dispersing It is flying hopelessly She only sings, only thinks This song of stopping the casualties of war Light a candle in the fierce night Stop the mess of the war when the day breaks Song of the casualty is passed down a thousand miles Homeland is empty and hungry Being naive on this road falling and bumping around She is grazed by awn grass What is the shape of hope in the children's eyes Is it waking up and having bread for breakfast then drinking a bowl of hot soup The farmer finally picks up his gun because of the destroyed land and village But she slowly gets used to giving up defense What is the shape of hope in the children's eyes Is it being able to play on the swings in the yard and having candies in their pockets? The light from the bayonet is sharpened by revenge being barbaric in a distance But she just smiles and doesn't know how to fluster
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