Take another look at this familiar sentry.
Touch this sacred military emblem again.
Memories of the past are accompanied by chaotic steps.
Eyes flashing with the beauty of the ancient military camp.
Look at this reluctant company again.
Put on this shiny helmet again.
Beloved epaulettes are left in the morning of parting.
Tears that don't flick are streaming in my heart.
Sweat and youth dyed a river green.
Strength and blood condense into a monument.
Today, I'm walking in autumn, walking with the wind.
I'll remember who I work for.