Wounds of Cease Fire
- She is Singing
Of the intolerable wound
The script is set on stage
Performing its last scene
While villagers sat in their seats
Slient in seeing
How time has abandoned this stage -
How many times war have to happen before people finally realised the need for peace?
How many times do people need to kill before deciding it was enough?
How many times need a person sin to stop the war?
How many times must a person repent to wash the blood off his hands?
His deaths. What that huant his every night. There was no peace in times of peace. The wounds were too deep. These injuries of war. Marked by scars. Buried in guilt. He was drowned in a pool of sin. And he lost his rights to swim, the ability to breathe.
There was no sense of justice to guide him. There was no logic in following the masses who were not tainted the same way he did. No home to return to. No place he belonged to. Lost in the midst of a white paper, and there was no dot to return to.
- The farmer whose land and village was burnt
Finally pick up his gun
But she slowly got used to cease putting up a fight -
Walking on Earth, watching people basking in the warm light of sun, it did not feel right. He was not in place. He was removed as though a phantom watching all of these in a distance. Invisible, yet, in the way.
This was not what he had hoped. The reality of achieving peace? Justice? Revenge? All of these, thorough lies. Lies so gladly slipped by those blinded in conceit. His fire had yet to cease. His scars hurted like a bitch.
The price to pay for killing the wrong enemy. The chance to rebuild a faith he lost so readily. The second war that came so closely after its predecessor. He had to pick up his gundam again.
What is done will be done back to the do-er.
What is the end is accumulative of the doings in the beginning.
What is lost is tainted when found.
Where it ends is where it starts again.
- What is the shape of hope in the eyes of the children?
Is it being able to play on swings in the yard?
Having candies in their pockets?
Bayonet, gleaming in the the light of revenge
Unstoppable in the far distance
Yet she still smiles
Not knowing how to panick -
That was the choice he made.
Jay Chou - Zhi Zhan Zhi Shang,
Lyrics by Fang Wen Shan.
Loosely translated by D-nabiki
A/N: Admit it. Songs do funny stuff to your head. The title of this ficlet(/songfic?) was my translation of the song i used.