O.. It's a man behind eyes
No place even to be seen
O.. He's a man no lies
No where even to be keen
Shut the already doors
Hesitation's gone before lost
He's not the one of boors
Who's gone and the lost
It is tragic, isn't it?
When everyone left for nothing
It is heroic, isn't it?
When he tried to fix everything
O.. It's night after blue
He's standing before the moonlight
O.. He's crying no clue
It's been so long at that night
A name reveals nothing
Because he's the unknown hero
His crying means nothing
Because the rain can't stop the hero
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem