For a soldier who serves in war,
then end and peace never come.
Within them, the battle goes on.
It's a battle many don't understand
and see them as if they belong in a can.
In each of them,
their war goes on.
Until the granite is placed at their feet,
their war has ended,
and they have peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem