The uniform of devotion envelops the dreamer
Further warming the dreams that blossomed since early on
The attached attributes are not merely for the physical self
More than that, more than just defining identity
Instead, he embeds it in his heart, accompanying steps brave enough to die
Positioning himself as a true soldier
No longer gazing at The Imagination that stands tall, filling the company
Because aspirations have turned into a vow of service until the pulse stops
The fighting spirit of resilient youth soars, guarding the nation
Synergistic strategies become energy to cripple operational targets
Nights are still traversed, regardless of hot lead lodging in the feet
Pain seems meaningless for the sake of devotion to Motherland
That is proof of the promise to hoist the Red-White to the highest mast
But The Tiger does not roar forever on the battlefield
His face is no longer fierce, consumed by the approaching twilight
His words are no longer loud, eroded by the ripples of waves
His body, parched, cornered in a field of reeds
All that remains are framed memories, worn but unfading
And do you know, oh Warrior?
Your camouflage story will always echo, even if you no longer hold a weapon…
For Father, who no longer wages guerrilla warfare on the battlefield