Junko Furuta

I've read your November, tortured by saboteurs

Ended from wounds and buried underground



Seconds of frightened wouldn't be forgotten,

Happiness was fainted by soreness that painted

Cries you sang as your prayers,

With the shouts to carved your shatters



"Ganbare... ", you said

Burned by sugar cane

"Hang in there... ", you said

Let the dust remain



Days of a sudden doll who slept with pains

The last powerless crawled in a bloody chains



How could you build revenge while you calmed you heart?

How could you woke you hate while death is the new bed?