Brightly hot the sun shines down on some lovely summer days
while the golden moon smiles romantically during long nights,
where are we with dawn or dusk when twilight divides the two?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful scenario and I can easily visualize as I have seen many times...Have you seen the moon with clear blue background? You have written about the golden moon. when I was young I mistook it as sun.