I will be at peace ,

When the battles end.

The armours will be thrown ,

And I'll wear the spotless white dress .

When I loosen my bun ,

And let down my dark brown hair shinning in the rays .

I will be at peace laying pale in the sand .

The ocean would wash away ,

The reddish brown off my brown skin .

Reminding them of the dried rose in my journal.

And thats when they would consider my bleeding wounds unhealable .

The mask of smile would be the friend ,

I leave behind in the arena of war .

Like the orange sky turning black ,

My eyes will slowly turn vissionless .

Only then I shall rest .

And only then I shall find my peace .

And in the tranquil I shall sink .