You shot me.
I was covered in blood.
I implore war not to drown peace.
Come and shake my hand, brother.
We should be friends.
Don't pollute the minds of the next generation.
Let's stop here!
Hatred goes with the meteor.
The regret of losing is an agreement.
I stood up.
You are intimidated by my perseverance.
I came to you, just to replace the war!
The second song
Don't let the dove of peace hover and cry.
Don't let the green olive branch get blood.
It's not hatred that falls one by one.
But living life.
Not just blood.
And a bunch of tears.
The third song:
Pick up the withered olive branch
Pigeons are crying
Countless pairs of eyes longing for tomorrow
When spring returns to the earth, it gradually disappears.
Where can the sown seeds blossom?