Empires will crumble,
Mountains and rivers remain,
Writes mystic Nagai.
Whispers of the wind,
Echoes of forgotten pain,
War's relentless toll.
Blossoms once vibrant,
Now ashes in the still air,
Petals stained with blood.
Children's laughter lost,
In the rubble of despair,
Silent cries unheard.
Soldiers march blindly,
Through fields of shattered dreams,
Leaving trails of grief.
Folly in the hearts,
Of those who seek power's grasp,
Leaving scars unseen.
Tragedy unfolds,
As the cycle spins anew,
Humanity weeps.
Yet hope still flickers,
In the depths of darkest night,
A dawn yet to break.
In the bells of Nagasaki,
Echoes of a plea for peace,
May we heed their call.
Slow Mover 