In the darkness, the boy wrote upon the paper, letter by letter,
He hid even the tears and captured them within, thinking of his mother.
Unable to send it, his heart is filled with blooming crimson longing,
In the smoke of gunpowder, the shouting of the boy, it still like lingering.
(26th, Jun.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes. I have read about this boy and his unsent letter. I have dealt with the subject a little differently in my poem "Urned Ashes". May I invite you to read it?