It's not the sun that makes it gorgeous,
but being with you until it rises.
With each other we cannot see,
So, it is only keeping in touch with thee.
And the ambience is very fair;
With sweet music for the night that fit.
It is not the night that throws love into the air,
But the memories revolving around it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem