The wind blows so hard
The tree sheds so fast
The bad nights are here
The stars aren’t shining no more
Can barely see the rainbow
The cocks don’t give the morning rhythm no more
These are the ruins of the bad night
Blood flows like a stream
The birds are so slow
They don’t fly so high
When they sing in the woods, I feel their heavy hearts
Indeed, the bad nights are here
Lots of dawn we’ve had, not the mornings yet
I hear the cry of the mole on the ground
The streams flowing towards the hills
Feels like the bad nights have come to stay
I know we’ll have the sun race
ignite the beauty of the sun flower when the morning comes
and the bad nights wiped out
PEACE IS POSSIBLE
