The clock bell chimes and it's time to go home
His life seems to carry a small sigh of regret,
His colours give him a meaning he acknowledges
He fought for his race, and gave his life away
Years and months make what he had seem lost
Tired eyes bring hope
There's only an empty shell today.
Greet the world with hope
You could feel freedom through rain and wind
He struggled and wandered throughout his life.
His trust could change the future
Who could do it
It doesn't matter what colour limit they give you (race)
I hope that this world won't have any limit upon your race
Colours sparkle the prettiness of the world
Because there's none, it separates different colours of the world.