The sky is blue-grey,
There is the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air.
I opened the window and looked at the scattered flowers outside the window.
The blood-red flowers are so bright and a bit dazzling.
They are watered with blood, the only thing full of life.
In this world, heaven does not exist at all.
We live in the present, despite despair,
But he had to accept everything that was given.
Staying numb like this may be a kind of happiness.
But why... In the darkness, I thought of his green eyes...