• The sky was crying, why do we call it rain?
    The star closest to us is shining, but why do we name it the Sun?
    The children was laughing, but why were they punished soon?
    The trees were growing, why did you cut it?
    The wind was cool, but why does it destroy our home?
    We have lived, but why did we died?

    If I could erase this cruel memories of mine and die, I would.
    But no matter how much I scream it and cry it out, it stays with me...