Time can be so cruel sometimes
It washes all sadness, death, and deep wounds away
The black ashes name“war”has been washed away
But we were born without knowing the truth of the war
We are living in the country far from the war
The weak are to be blamed and blames the weaker
It spreads and repeals like a ripple of water
In each country we find a defferent text of history we know
Buried lives and painful truth
It's a flower over a soldiers fought with noble pride
What will bloom on this world of contradiction?
It doesn't mean who's had to a blood that spilt over
It's just another soldiers piece of dream
The coffee that we drink in the morning time
The view of the park wet in morning dew
There's a flower that blooming over
a soldiers fought with noble pride
It's a flower over a soldiers fought with noble pride
What will bloom on this world of contradiction?
It doesn't mean who's bad to a blood that spilt over
It doesn't matter who is really right or wrong anymore
It doesn't matter who is really right or wrong in the war
There's no left or right in here
Just we must keep our pride of soldiers
