A farewell to the strongest Chilwoo
A farewell ?
A sad farewell to the strongest Chilwoo.
This is the state of the strong man
In day time he was a lowly officer
At night he put forth to become assassin.
The green leaves of dreams today
The blossoms of reality tomorrow
Some say he was a cold murderer
Some say a great hero
From what I 've learnt
a tender individual in between
Someone that did not love fame
that sent out a frozen body in vain
and split blood sensibly
I wish I would have to bear
a farewell to his greatness. |
