When I was six years old, I witnessed my parents being murdered.
I hid in the closet and looked out through the cracks
That man holds a sharp knife in his hand
Blood stained his clothes red
On a rainy night, disappeared
It's like the world has evaporated
I can't find it no matter how I look for it
Why, where are you?
I want to find you and make you pay with your life!
So, who exactly is "you"?
Purpose: Contribute to the country