One day, I'll cross oceans
to see you again...
If you're wondering who you are, I can tell you.
You're nothing. Nothing but a number...
Maybe war is what made you this
heartless...
The moment you meet the man
who promised you of a better life...
You pack your bags, and leave.
You head for a land that is less chaotic...
Nothing.
His plucked nails will still hurt...
This soldier had been
sitting on the furthest...
The massacre was committed too early this morning,
maybe at 3am...
When you
were waiting in that car...
Under that white skirt and
light smirk...
This thirst reminds me
of winter...
And then she sighs
and says in a shaking voice...