You were strong, then you were struggled.
You were loved, then you were hated.
And now if there's love rising from where everyone tried to bury it.
So you have to come back, hope, love, can you believe you don't give up here?
If people became a peace people, they really came to these things.
It wasn't only about peace.
It was also about feeding the freedom to this precious world.
Their proceed will go where they should, because they believed in themselves.
You have to invest if you want to save yourself.
But if you care about yourself who spend half your fortune to save the world.
And isn't so ironic when it successes, that you turn famous even if you don't want to.
In Heaven, you're a free spirit, but in this world who are you to be?
You don't get to judge yourself because you don't want to.
But you started out doing what you had to.
You'd start fresh.
Is that how people justify hoping?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem