---The poem is to remember good people like Rabe who helps refugees in wartime

The dew in the boy’s eyes
Is shivering
If anyone knows why
They won’t say, ‘Dropping is losing everything.’

He runs and runs
To chase the faint light
Through the bloody ruins
With determination in his eyes

Screaming breaks the night
Wailing echos when the bullets flying in the sight
There’s no hope at all
Or the hope never comes to the hell

Then a god opens the gates
Guiding a road to the backyard
No smoke or noise, or explosion, or misery
All that the paradise is

A sigh in their song heaves
Trembles with uncertain desire
‘Will the wonders ever cease?’
The answer is floating in the air

Tens of years passes by
The evil spirits have been wiped out
At nightfall we sit by
Thousands of neon lights
Kindle to be flames