Coming Home
After losing in a battle, mountains and rivers still look the same
The castle is full of grass and trees enjoying another spring season that came
As we learned in the old poetry before, my homeland was so beautiful. It was a warm place. It was not the miserable country that we were almost made to believe in, the way the Soviet army tried to brainwash us during our period of detainment. People were working peacefully, and Maizuru Bay was shining beautifully under the strong summer sun. It was as if all were showing energy so as to restore the homeland from the ruin of the war.
The solid sense of living and hope for the future was in everyone's eyes. We finally came home! We patted each others’ shoulders in tears and said, "We made it!!!”