Now, I'll be back to the heaven.
Shaking the hands and hands with the dews do to vanish
When be touched by the dawn lights in the morning.
Now, I'll be back to the heaven.
Only two with that the evening glows to yellowish
At the mountain ridge when the clouds do beckon during the seeing.
Now, I'll be back to the heaven.
I'll go and say, the day when I'll do to finish
The picnic to the world, it's beautiful and relaxing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem