Smoke and blood can't hide her beauty.
The old watchmaker is repairing the clock in the shop.
My hand has been dripping for a long time.
The Germans set a death trap in the church.
Guerrillas in prison will be caught in the crossfire.
Young soldiers will die.
No one saw you, and suddenly your heart was full of sadness.
You calmly put on that good suit that you don't usually want to wear.
You looked so calm at that moment.
You adjust your tie in front of the mirror.
Smile and put the pistol in your pocket.
The sky near the church is blue and the streets are quiet and refreshing.
Only you heard the gentle song of the goddess of death.
You said you were here to meet.
You look determined and calm, facing the occupying army officer and pulling out your gun.
You fell gracefully in the gunfire.
You still look so peaceful.
The deafening gunfire spread far and wide.
In an instant, the church bell rang solemnly and loudly.
We heard God's smile in the clouds.
We see flocks of pigeons flying as a symbol of peace.
Like a blooming cloud
Fly freely under the blue sky
Pies don't fall from the sky.
Democracy and freedom will not come out of thin air.
If the flower of people's equality and freedom is to be watered with blood
Then let me go ahead and lead you forward!
Where I fell
There will be pigeons flying
Where I sleep.
You can hear the song of the Statue of Liberty.
The tree of peace goes straight into the sky.
Our children run freely.
My soul will still be on the beautiful plateau.
My expression is still so peaceful.
Many years later, people passed by my grave.
No flowers, no applause.
Maybe someone can remember.
There is an old watchmaker buried here.