The voice of dew crying

We were not frightened of crying.
Not frightened of dying
When we needed the complete struggle
However the spirit was frozen by us...
We could not Moving
Because we indeed not the great person.
The diesel fuel storm that changed all of them
Beforehand peacefulness like that was easy for us
Currently we must build billions of palaces so that could be real

Looked for the gold coin made us tired
The life like bad paper was not significant
But the world made us continue to dream
Made hope the poor blind yearn for how to go to the cloud
There were no tear crying
when this body was tired
Llet the spirit flew with one million dreams
Sang together in the mass gravestone
fought to become the war doll that was full of blood
did not have regret