Those guns were pointing to each other
The report of the guns were so loud
That was enough to let us realize fear and despair
Innocent victims always get hurt in the war of helpless justice
Another line appears in the text book of history
Some-thousand dollar missile for destruct tiles and pebbles
Did it k** the hatred by violence?
Another world's the-only-flower scatter by the reason that they're born under absoluter's government
Voice of a girl erased by the report of the guns
Please do not forget their faces
I watch my tiny hands
Under the missiles
I stand besides the mother who can only care the baby
With hands covered in mud
I stand besides the flower that eager to bloom in the ruins
Give brotherly love, not violence
I stand besides the flower that eager to bloom in the ruins
Give flower bouquet, not a missile
I stand besides the flower that eager to bloom in the ruins