April sun
Have no doubt sun is out.
For some it, nice, bright
For some though, brings dark.
Many of restaurants set tables on roadsides
Sit people after walk in the sun
Have drinks, maybe food
Of bottle, in glass, or a cup.
Market of delivery is fallen, almost out
Surely dull…
World has been as has lived
Like a door and the hinge
Turns open on one side
Closes other side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem