In Berlin, Germany

When the Berlin Wall falls

 The cries of freedom that were trampled on

I was finally standing up.

 Even the wailing of the return I encountered

I was choked and speechless.

 Imprisoned

All the suppression of cynicism

 The day I crossed that mountain.

 They who were alive are dead,

Those who died came back to life.

The more I think about it, the more I can’t even swallow my saliva

In the mouth of the dictatorship

While blocking it with the rubble of the collapsed fence

To turn everything back

 There was no longer even a static objection.

 In the face of an uncertain future that crosses the corners of your eyes

The misfortune of the past is a hope of stopping

Finally, the sky applauded,

No thoughts, only consciousness

Maybe there was no past, only reality.

Still under the fence of that day

The sound of heavy breathing penetrates my chest

Only for freedom and peace

Engraving the name of the massacre called Hitler

I try to soothe my sad past.

However, due to the belated thunder

There is no longer any loss of humanity

 Filling in the red faces mentioned above

That war for any reason can never be rationalized

 It was just an atonement before history.