The sun is shining
As a new day is dawning.
But eventually it's raining.
Now I can't go outdoor playing.
I thought summer is hot
But why is it cold?
It confuses me a lot.
What does summer really hold?
It's already summer,
But I feel like it's winter.
Is this what you call a cold summer?
Is there also such thing as hot winter?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem