Think of a world where sadness is on one side, joy on the other, death. No war is profitable, those who fall die themselves, Where is justice and human rights, many bombs exploded in Palestine, Enduring pain, no peace left, no one heard their screams, East Turkestan is a bleeding wound, raise your head and search in the skies, Divine justice is manifested, they cannot fit it into closed walls, Think of a world where sadness is on one side, joy on the other, death. No war is profitable, those who fall die themselves,