My soul's bleeding
My heart almost melt
My spirit is shedding tears
My eyes are seeing too much
My ears are echoing with the cry of the world
The wind roars fire
So let's soar higher and fight it

Like a mother hen which vow to fight for its chicks
With the strengths of feathers
That's it weapons
Though it has nothing more

We are prisoners
Imprisoned in our homes
By the flying venom
Spreading rapidly
Reaping souls unnaturally
Though the night might be long but surely the sunlight comes
And hope is a strength for freedom.