The soldier, my life, at war
Fighting the adversaries soul out there
Without any error or dearth in effort,
But at the end got ignominious defeat
In the barrack pondering deep, what is life?
Now life is hell, and death is bliss
My life, my soldier, thinks
Joy or sorrow, defeat or victory
Time eats up all and relieve in history
Two pennies more or less
Except love life is meaningless.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very true.........! ! !