M-ake Friday morning
A-ble to leave the night;
R-ainy evening Thursday
I-s nowhere in sight.
C-oal clouds up above
A-re not going to gather;
R-ise of the sun begins, causing a fine weather.
P-hotograph of you
I-s beheld for a while;
O-n twentieth January,
J-ust show an eye and
O-ne smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem