Life is dull and colorful
Dark or somnolent or beautiful
A dark with unknown shadows
Grotesque sounds and open meadows
Whatsoever I will linger a little longer
Because I believe
Dawn is there even after the darkest night
Brings dew and dawn arrives
And bees out of their hives
The sun to shine
For the flowers to be sucked
A night can never hide
From the dawn’s ride
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like seeing the end of a tunnel, early mornings are quiet