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Iron blades has begun to turn

It's a roaring sound

It is time to board a plane

To the sky in the south

It's a one way

One way flight to die

I never back in town alive

Little sister, are you safe in my old town?

Little sister, please don't cry

For little sister's living

For little sister's laughing

For little sister's brightening up

I have to fly away

The pretty doll that she sew was on my back

It's my guard and It's my friend, not to see foe's fire