Artylary pounding, the morale is low.
I've lost everything, I lost my spirit
the enemy charges, I've reached my pocket took my last way and saw a photo of you.
The smile, the cute little face of yours..
Your long hair, your sparkling eyes,
the little charm I gave you,
those reminded me why I was here,
why I am fighting.
I hate our village but I will protect them
because of you.My gun ready
the enemy with bayonets fighting
the day is won but many are dead.
I am in the mud, wounded heavely
the end is near so for the last time
I will see your smile
while my life fades away, sadly I couldn't admit so may things
to you but atleast these last words
could reach you and you will understand..(how much I loved you)