'Children, what will become of you?' she said
With words I can't further comprehend
I turned around and played pretend
While she's soaked in tears with prayers in her head

I dressed in red, them in black
I felt numb, them are sad
I had no tears, them are weeping
I wished I did, them didn't

Until death, there are hatreds
No one seemed to care anymore
Is this really what mourning feels like?
Is this what painless melody sounds like?

There is a huge stone camping in my heart
There is a metal clanging in my head
Somehow, I think it is just a shadow
I'd like to think it is just a cloud

Can I see through, what is there to see?
Father, now you're gone, how far did we know and love each other freely?