I’ve read your November, tortured by saboteurs
Ended from wounds and buried underground

Seconds of frightened wouldn’t be forgotten,
Happiness was fainted by soreness that painted
Cries you sang as your prayers,
With the shouts to carved your shatters

“Ganbare... ”, you said
Burned by sugar cane
“Hang in there... ”, you said
Let the dust remain

Days of a sudden doll who slept with pains
The last powerless crawled in a bloody chains

How could you build revenge while you calmed you heart?
How could you woke you hate while death is the new bed?