The arrows of war!
12 years later in the land of joy!
But my red-burry nights are now disturbed by the bombs.
Where are the tombs to bury all these people? !
For this war is like my loneliness with my blue-burry nights;
But i was disturbed by the stray bullets! !
In the land of joy and in the land of love,
The land of joy is now bombarded here and there! !
And this looks like a hole where the lions went in,
But my mind still rests on all those years gone by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem