C-loud on the horizon
H-asn't made the skyline red;
O-nce the day gets dark,
N-ight is seen
A-head.
B-lack cloud on the horizon
A-ims to bring raindrop;
L-ife is truly trial-fraught,
D-o not ever give up.
O-n the twenty-second of August, just hope for the beacon;
N-o reason to fear the cloud on the horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem