A-fter the rain has gone,
N-ew dawn meets the sun;
N-o more sorrow or sadness, but the fifth February fun.
S-aturday dark shadows
A-re passing from eyes;
N-ight cold chill is over;
T-wilight evades the sunrise.
O-ne soft red petal makes the thorn disappear;
S-unday celebration shows a flower in your ear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem