War

We have not yet woken up from the day-to-day

Dreams, shocks, flashes

Flames, as you once dreamed

Have destroyed the city

You are still dreaming, the red-eared bulbuls in the treetops

have turned to ashes, the mountains have changed color, and the sky has risen in a

mushroom cloud over Hiroshima.

The moment you wake up from your dream, all thoughts are lost

You have never written a sincere poem about life

You have never treated a person well.

When you think of this, you wish...

Before people start a war and destroy each other

Write a poem and love someone first