An Ode to March

Day 1,935, 19:13 • Published in Japan Japan • by Minakami Suoh


Behind the scenes we strive for individual greatness
It's a collaborative of isolated natives
Strung together like roses in vases
We all have thorns in each others sides
Even when we rise against all odds
We learn nothing from our gamble to survive
Hostility and anarchy in which we thrive
We hope for a person or thing to blame for our crimes

And there is no hatred to Taiwan
A younger brother of us, estranged
Though we shift in gravitational pull
Let us keep our peace, our sun is red
Let us trim our thorns, and accept the serenity
Avoid our aggression's, and hope for divinity



This was not an external victory
We have simply concluded an internal sophistry
Grow from the past and remember our philosophy
Let the rifts end with our hands entwined together as fists

Crown Prince,
Minakami Suō