But I see barbed wires, which cut down my dreams. My dreams of ‘a world without barbed wires.’ My dreams of revisiting the place where I had once fallen in love. I still remember her. She was so beautiful. How I wish to spend my last days in that same yellow house, where she came dressed in red as my bride. After years of separation… I now long to be near her, in the white lily filled graveyard, nearby my house, where now she lies. Every day the same desire visits me to be buried beside her, as I die. But alas! Again my desires are cut down by the barbed wire surrounded by soldiers holding their guns.