I stand again, at that same cliff.
The voices echo once again in my head.
Storms have pased, the sky is clear.
All that energy, all that soul.
Only remains that mild, mellow breeze.
How have I fought? How have I feared?
No more missiles, no more shells.
The memories remain vivid, the losses remain.
Yet I wonder, and I still ask myself,
Why do I feel all this pain.