May the world be gone
for the peace to survive.
Else there is only a dusty world
that full of demons' lies.
Under the dark cloud
we hope the white pigeons fly.
It's a rain of blood
when tears dropped from the sky.
The darkness of world
made prays a waste of time.
Happiness may grow
after a thousands of crime.
Wish the bud of innocence
opens brightly and wide.
And let our mind to be as pure
as the angels can smile.
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