That winter
No rain, no snow.
Mottled door
That's cedar
Whisper
The story of blood and fire
Bustling pedestrians coming and going
Gently push open the mottled door.
Cut off the voice of the world
Quietly recall the fire of the fierce battle.
How many souls have fallen?
The dark muzzle is still warm.
The whispering flame never stops.
The pain of disappointment lingers.
I don't want war, I just want peace.
Silent damage to armband
Lie at the window and wait.
Touched my eyes.
The heroes of the past will not come back.
A hoarse and incomplete horn
How many fingerprints are there?
Awaken my soul.
Unwilling loneliness still exists today.
A sting in my heart that I can't forget for a long time
I don't want war, I just want peace.