and
they died without even shedding green
blood
before they return to the soil
they change to the color of soil
the color of
the silence that has died one death
why does everything
seem transparent even though we walked endlessly
through the border of day and night
through the withered leaves
a man
whose star is fixed
does not turn back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem