Under the flag of three colors for the white flag my mother prayed my father was fought Our hearts that days were not so abandoned We were passionate about salt. We knew My school comrades I still remembered among I wish my classmate was My sisters laughter was tulip and my brothers tears were flooded by the world The flood of blood was flowing from my thirst to Karun I was still under the roof of my house I still dream of my head 8 years of life with the same pain 8 years old.
