The mourning of the war

After Ukraine and Russia are determined to go to war, although it has little impact on our lives, only the stock market plummets to the dark green... But seeing some reports on the current situation in Ukraine will still make people feel heavy!

The grievances and grievances between Ukraine and Russia can't be finished for 3 days and 3 nights. Once there is a war, there will be no winners at all. The poor civilians are regarded as poor victims!!

Hope God bless Ukraine, and the war will be quelled as soon as possible!

Jaylengo - The Death of the War

The light is as light as paper, the light is scattered everywhere, the light is fading in the applause, it is in a hurry

She performed the last show on stage in the sings of the unbearable hurt script

And the people in the whole village are quietly watching how time has abandoned the theater

The war stained her tears, who clamored for candy in the wind

The lens dust at the beginning of this story has blocked the sun

Fear is engraved on the children's faces The wheat field has fallen in the direction of the chariot

The shape of the dandelion is drifting its desperate flight

She only sings only this song, the death of the war

Burning candles at night

Innocent stumbled on this road, she was cut by Miscanthus

The shape of hope in the eyes of children

Do you wake up with bread for breakfast and a bowl of hot soup

Farmer's burnt land and village finally pick up guns

She slowly got used to giving up resistance

The shape of hope in the eyes of children

Is there a swing in the yard to swing with candy in your pocket?

The light of the bayonet is polished by hatred in the distance savage

But she smiled without knowing panic

Fear is engraved on the children's faces The wheat field has fallen in the direction of the chariot

The shape of the dandelion is drifting its desperate flight

She only sings only this song, the death of the war

Burning candles at night

Innocent stumbled on this road, she was cut by Miscanthus

The shape of hope in the eyes of children

Is there a swing in the yard to swing with candy in your pocket?

The light of the bayonet is polished by hatred in the distance savage

But she smiled without knowing panic