Scenery has mild changes in weather;
Afterwards the winner of the sunshine has grace.
Forward march the troops and never look back,
For the enemy has routed as well.
Weathers are more of luck in the summer,
All for the wars, the terrors themselves,
That seek justice for the glory to end all glory
For the enemy. The enemy is against us like the weather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem