We search for a sheltered trench in the middle of the sounds of machine gun fire

If our childhood sandcastle was destroyed, all we had to do was rebuild it


But in your bullet-ridden bloodied army uniform


You can't even raise a praying hand

In the middle of the smoke I think of the taste of soda drinks and ice blocks (ice cream)


And when I idled in the summer when I was young


I put down my gun and reminiscence about the school we graduated from last year

I even forget to let my tears fall


The sounds of laughter are continuously being practiced in the wind


These woods are full of hostility

The military has given up defending, and you insist that I leave too


How can I give up?


I'll stay with you, trying to stop my tears

Some things are really too late and we cannot go back to them


Your face is moving in pain, you're nearly out of strength


Forbidding me to bring up business about our home

I'll stay with you the last distance


Its your face falling into my arms


You slowly fall asleep and I can't wake you up

The tears in the trench burst it open