With the sun shinning I could see no stars, no bodies, not even my beloved moon,
Have they been eaten by this vulture, beast, is this the day of doom?
No! not at all, they're all right there, albeit this distraction between them and me,
Is there ever a thing such as darkness, or is it only a failure to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem has good and deep meaning, people often overlook the positivity albeit it's right there.