The sun is still shining,
And the breeze lightly blowing.
The trees are still clothed in their
lovely green gowns,
So let us dance on while the music still plays.
On into the evening,
a swirl with colors.
Until the dance of the
white-clothed night begins.
And goes on.
Til the sun, and the seasons,
call us to life once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem