这里不需要战争

这里不需要战争

                  天落

没有刀剑，

我只有一把锄头在田间耕作。

没有枪支，

我只有一杆铅笔在山间写文。

种子撒向荒野长成了稻穗，

诗文散落深谷变成了鲜花。

这里是如此富饶美丽的土地……

直到，战火蔓延到此！

我的稻谷和诗文被烧成灰烬漫天纷飞。

你们想要得到什么？

我早已家徒四壁。

愤怒的火焰把这里碾压。

他们给我一支枪，一把剑，

又如潮水般向前卷袭。

我痛恨的把刀剑丢向谷底，

鲜血汇成河流从哪里涌出。

灰烬中我找到了那只残断的锄头和破碎的铅笔。

就同这世界一起，

在火后重生的谎言中——

化为灰烬。

          There is no need to war

                                  Held

No sword,

I only have a hoe in the field farming.

No guns,

I only have one pencil to write article in the mountains.

Seed to grow wild spikes,

Poems scattered valley into a flower.

Here is so rich and beautiful land...

Until the war was coming to this!

My rice and swirling verse was burned into ashes.

Do you want?

I have none.

The flames of anger rolling here.

They gave me a gun, and a sword,

And as the tide roll forward.

I hate to throw the sword to the bottom,

Blood stream rivers poured out from there.

The ashes I found that only stubbed hoe and broken pencil.

With the world,

After the fire rebirth lies in --

Reduced to ashes.