Raising rifles, the military cadets rushed to the battlefield,
With bare fists, they blocked the invaded enemy, flaming loyalty.
Did not blooming, young men for nation, they've fallen on the hot field.
The deaths of young age, the lonesome tower mourns silently.
(6th, Aug.,2023 Kinsley Lee)
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