Flowing immigrants to new lands
Flowing ancestors to the peaceful place.
I am standing on the sky where everything is just drained
And i am looking up the earth which is suppressing our hope.
Who aims thunder arrows at my ancestors?
Who aims thunder arrows at my neighbors?
I am a witness to the victims.
I am standing this path
With all my chance, choice and decision.
Written by Dohee Lee
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