SO my dear where have you been?
you don't remember the ripple of the river
it does not remember any
you or me, we are even on this matter
so you are searching for the games that children play
while their fathers are fighting the war
while their mothers wait for the bad news
there are so many
but i will not tell you their names for now
in fact i think you all know these
but you just don't want to remember
i can remember
but let me tell you about those games later
meanwhile let me write
about those who are dead and those who play dead
those who are through and those who are just beginning
it does not matter
there is nothing to be serious about
let all these go
like what i once told you
like the ripples of the river
scarlet from the top and deep red at the bottom
you know the smell
now you must remember
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem