A-fter the falling rain,
U-nder the coal black sky;
D-arkness shall disappear,
R-ays reflect from up high.
I-n the eye of the storm, you see the nature's wrath;
E-cosystem seems unstable, typhoon has crossed its path.
M-orning sun September ninth
U-ses not the hurricane;
J-ust wait for the burning beacon,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem