If not for the lingering acquiescence of my heart.
This timeless passage would go unnoticed.
Passing unseen through the gregarious populous.
The listless awe that cannot be found draws ever closer.
With moonlit harmony piercing from above.
The sorrowful overtones begin to waver.
The joyous sun now rising, ending the eternal night.
Though the tempest lingers, unsought forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem