Can I still find you in the nightingale’s song tonight?
Or can I see you with my eyes in stars tonight?
The rose garden cannot bloom without sunlight
but with warfare, I cannot consider with the bombs tonight,
my love — my heart — that echoes within the dark,
leave me a rosen scar tonight.
I have not seen sun since you departed this Hell on Earth,
I bring with me a swan song tonight —
for one day you may still answer with your presence three, however
the will to pursue life bars me tonight.
Brace your wings for me,
I no longer crave for Mars in sight
so pray for me in your distanced gaze, your Ares praised champion,
hold me within your war torn arms tonight.
