Looking at the sky
A roaring sound
An explosion
A universe is born
A negative universe
A universe without joy
Only the concept of blood
The concept of screams
The concept of sorrow
Beneath the flames of war
there are certainly
people below
There was a tomorrow
There was a day after tomorrow
There was yesterday
From birth until now
every moment
became a universe
That too disappeared
Disappeared and became negative
This possibility too
will surely become a universe
A chain of hatred
That too
Only looking at the sky
That is all that can be done