In the darkest part of the night
The wind becomes swift and strong
The light of the moon shines brightly
Along with small stars in the sky
The snow slowly becoming water
Flowers begin to reveal their true colors
As well as the fruit on the trees
And the scenery covered with frost
In the beginning of a sunrise
The snow glistens on the lake
Hiding the thin ice that floats on the water
I walk on the lake that moment
Destroying the sight that I've seen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem