At the night on 9O'clock,
I opened the window
of bedroom,
a gust of cool air flewed away
and city was shinning like a diamond,
Stars were twinkling like
a lightning,
Moon was as a bulb.
Later after 15 minutes, my mom called me for dinner.
I sat on table and,
and still imagining the view of 9O'clock's night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem