promise
I feel scared mom they says ,
how will twist our neck they.
Come on, mother, run away,
run away, run away,
Although they are saying
we are the two buds in a tree-
then what is this, mother-
disappearances riots, murders,
are all these may fake be?
Oh, mother,
why are you so pale in your tears?
Don't be afraid, hey,
I will be as bright as the sun-
Why should we run away?
I will hold arms in my hands,
I will fight, mom,
I will do my best.
I promise you this morn.
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