Burning flame melts the wax,
Dimly lights up the border of the country I love the best.
Veiled under the foam and the rising smoke from the tub,
Can you hear the splash her ankled feet makes?
Now I stand in a barren land,
Neatly arranged like rice plants in rows,
And boots covered in dirt and snow.
The clouds of despair hover above.
As we point our bayonets at each other,
I fail to distinguish between our men and the enemies.
But they had made us learn, you know.
Was it the difference of colour,
Or some personal interests disguised so?
While hiding in the trenches,
I've often closed my eyes
To find myself in a paradise with you.
Bring home toys for the children
Hear the rooms flood with their easy laughter.
But I open my bag to find,
The bones of the dead,
And the skulls of the animals
Were the only things I could get.
The memories haunt me down.
My head with each bullet fired throbs,
As my soul laid bare on the string bed starts to cringe.
I remember the days spent with you.
You were the only country whose love in me grew.
A fool.
I thought, love was the answer
To every question I knew.