My Soul-Comrade

 

 

 

Calming the wailing of my wounded comrade gives me a strange calmness into my heart.

 

 

 

Wiping the tears of my stricken companion gives me mysterious soul tranquility.

 

 

 

A tranquility that passes peacefully through the corridors of my heart.

 

 

 

The staring eyes of my wounded comrade at the smoky sky in her desperate prayer,

 

 

 

still reminds me that there is the ''One and the Only'' who loves us in heaven,

 

 

 

regardless of the inferno of hatred that surrounds us on this earth.

 

 

 

The restless heartbeat of my wounded comrade echoed with the turmoil of the battlefields.

 

 

 

However, her anxious heartbeat is able to quell the terror of these sounds in my terrified heart.

 

 

 

This tense heartbeat is able to make me collect the remaining trace of my courage,

 

 

 

 which was about to fade,

 

 

 

because of the bold sound of death declaring its dominance everywhere.

 

 

 

Death, darkness and pain could not make us forget our mutual wounds and pains.

 

 

 

Since then, staying in the same trench and predicting the same fate,

 

 

 

not only makes us two soldiers go through the same struggle,

 

 

 

it truly makes us two bodies sharing one soul.