(dedicated to Shio of the Cave)
Receive this small offering
From your brother,-
My heart aches as well,
I know the feeling of being oppressed by the enemy all too well,
Teach children by using their means,
Those tunes, that are close to the heart,
The love for nature and greens,
And our ancestor’s way of war.
Keeper of secrets for our daughters and sons,
You slog silently in your cave,
The fortune and misfortune of the little ones,
On your heart feels like an ulcer, engraved.
Who knows, when will the time come again,
For me to approve, the words that are spoken raw by men,
So, I am sending you my regards,
As well as brotherly hugs!

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