Looking through the eyes of innocence,
just looking,
and wondering,
that people can make the sky changing red
created by the blood of wars
wondering...
how people can treat the one they love
like garbage
and wondering again,
how people can destroy the beauty of nature
and create what they call a beautiful world,
filled with their technique and superficiality
innocence seems to die,
and all that will be left when that happens,
is bitterness and regret