This is not a story
Maybe this is history
Everyone recorded it in tragedy
Remember it in an event
Remember it in tears
Who would have thought it would happen again
They only thought
Today might be fine
They go
They step foot happily
They shake their parents' hands
They embrace affectionately his wife and husband
Or maybe they kissed their children's foreheads
Want to ask who
When they come back not with their breath
Who would blame if this happened to them
When they go home with silence
With the beauty of his body
Or even with the destruction of his body
His father and mother cried
The wife or husband moaned in pain
Children call him
This place is mourning again
This place takes its victims again
This history is repeated
Who wants to imprison this incident
Or want to ask who is responsible for this case
No one can understand
