My seasons are fragrant with one blossom <br />That is you and you alone <br />But now I leave to fulfill my destiny <br />Yet there is always a wayside view <br />We leave behind, whom we love <br />Our love for the country, greater; <br /> <br />Once we cross the boundary of death <br />As we die fighting for our nation <br />Our souls are decked with honor and fame <br />But the love which was to never be <br />Remains as stamp in times letter to blind revolt; <br /> <br />Why perish in this futile war? <br />For which mother <br />In a world of flesh
