Translated…

The Entire Summer Got Cremated

By the Snow that Fell, for a Thousand Year on End

As You’d Passed Through the Airport Checkpoints

Your Chest Started Beeping Endlessly

With Chance of an Explosion at Any Given Minute

You Were, Restricted from Boarding the Airplanes

Your Heated Body Slowly

Became, Baked, into a Clay Figurine

You’d Armed Yourself, Dodged the First Emperor of China for Many Years

Just Being Discovered, You Were, Shipped Off, to an Exhibition, at a Museum

You’d Looked Around Lost

And, All of Your Fellow Service Mates Had Gone into Their Separate Reincarnation Cycles

Fighting to Take a Photograph with You

The Only Remain that You Own Was, a Red Piece of Clothing

Placed, on Display, in a Glass Coffin

The Lonely Cloth Burial

Had, Buried You, in Blood

And that, is ALL the remained, after the person D-I-E-S, some materialistic belongings that were associated with the person who’d died, and that, is a life, lived in vain.  I mean, wouldn’t YOU want someone to remember you in some other ways, rather than just, burying your clothes???