Iron blades has begun to turn
It's a roaring sound
It is time to board a plane
To the sky in the south
It's a one way
One way flight to die
I never back in town alive
Little sister, are you safe in my old town?
Little sister, please don't cry
For little sister's living
For little sister's laughing
For little sister's brightening up
I have to fly away
The pretty doll that she sew was on my back
It's my guard and It's my friend, not to see foe's fire
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