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My elementary schoolmate.
You are with me and my comrade all the way.
We’ve suffered together....
Read MoreYour tears and sighs are mines as well.
Engraved on this blackboard are our names.
Remaining on our bodies are still the scares of the lash of tyranny and injustice.
This uncultured landscape of ours is covered with weed instead of the green of grass.
Either good or bad, dead is the hearts of all its people.
Your hands and my hands must rip these veils apart.
Who else, except for you and me, could cure our wounds?
My elementary schoolmate.
You are with me and my comrade all the way.
We’ve suffered together.
Your tears and sighs are mines as well.
Engraved on this backboard are our names.
Remaining on our bodies are still the scares of the lash of tyranny and injustice
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