With tiny weapons on their hands
Looks so fragile, but deadly in use
Shines like the Demon's eye
Sweeps like a wild fire
This is what they are.
Simplest of the simplest
Believes like an infant
Sincere thoughts with temples bound
Are they to be blamed?
This is what they are.
So much so for the country
Can even lay for the sake of friend
Heart is not of gold
It's like the snow which melts and glows
This is what they are.
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