I wish to paint it in crimson,
like sun blazing in its morning glory,
and maple leaves flaming in autumn mountain.
I wish spring drizzle washes away its stains,
Children rollick on clean and fresh soil,
willows swag their gentle dance.
I wish to transform it as crystal,
and light can traverse every corner,
no where could hide evil.
I wish angels guard each child,
He would never fear the darkness,
And peace cradled in his dreamland.
But it, a broken city is,
like crystal shattered to piece.
Crimson turns to bloody scenes,
railed with yellow ribbons.
Slim sharp buildings are shooting up,
not as beauty to take in
but as candles gleaming in mourning.
Pale sky as a encaged shell,
crowd huddle inside with weeping.
It, a broken city I live in,
is immersed in cold reminiscence.
My wishes scatter everywhere,
as teardrops dribble in each gloomy night.
like sun blazing in its morning glory,
and maple leaves flaming in autumn mountain.
I wish spring drizzle washes away its stains,
Children rollick on clean and fresh soil,
willows swag their gentle dance.
I wish to transform it as crystal,
and light can traverse every corner,
no where could hide evil.
I wish angels guard each child,
He would never fear the darkness,
And peace cradled in his dreamland.
But it, a broken city is,
like crystal shattered to piece.
Crimson turns to bloody scenes,
railed with yellow ribbons.
Slim sharp buildings are shooting up,
not as beauty to take in
but as candles gleaming in mourning.
Pale sky as a encaged shell,
crowd huddle inside with weeping.
It, a broken city I live in,
is immersed in cold reminiscence.
My wishes scatter everywhere,
as teardrops dribble in each gloomy night.