J-ust let Friday fog fade,
E-arly eleventh February;
S-aturday sky seems bright,
S-un brings glorious glee.
P-ouring rain is over,
O-ne beacon begins to shine;
R-ising above the horizon
T-o make you feel fine.
U-nderneath the blue lane,
G-uess shirt wearer is awesome;
A-llow the wind to blow softly,
L-et the sea stay calm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem