There are things here and there,
Sayings that go, sayings that come,
But at the end of the day
They remain to those willing and leave those spiteful.

People come and people go,
They help you and knock you over in the next instant,
Better gain for them if you can’t stand,
Stand and fight or stand and run.

Fields here and there,
Running for the sake of motion or running to live,
Is there any difference in them?
You must be brave or a coward.

Warriors stand and fall in nights,
Beautiful darkness envelopes the flight,
So be brave and run or die facing them
They are the same and yet different.

A coward runs before the fight and during it.
They abounded the field of shadows where the brave lay down,
They do not rest, but flee at all times,
Back to what they know or far from it.

The brave man stays to fight and die,
The glory of a blade, the shame of a bullet,
Is it worth it? Was it worth it all?
The coward will see his son, the brave will die not knowing of a son.