還有打在他們腦門上 砰 的槍聲
還在想媽 想太陽 想明天
Please remember their lovely faces, those big bright eyes.
Gun shots fired into the space between these eyes.
New born male calves. Their mothers produce milk.
Do not forget these big round eyes
in them once beamed their longing for their mothers, their hope to see the big bright star, and their wanting to see another day.
For all these, they refused to close their eyes.