It goes up
Flies high
It goes down
The mist makes my sight dazzled
Dosed and cheered with every spark
It's like the soul that escaped the prison
Freezes when it feels cold
Will it rise up again?
Oh I can't move away
I can't wait for the next spark
You are my fountain of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem