Fighting continues in the field of politics
With the superstition of violence and death
A group of mechanical people dreams,
In the fictional world of composing a history.
The sky comes with clouds
Infected in the pure stream of rain
A cruel poem,
Sends my letter upstairs.
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Pain is accumulated in the call of dreams
Your feelings float in the scent
The light on the leaves of the tree,
The firefly's promise flashes.
