In the pleasant morning
The bright sun was shining,
'Will you write now? '
Someone asked me from aside,
Being ecstatic,
I answered,
'Of course, I will write, '
Soon the sun became
Brighter and brighter,
My thought too became
Deeper and deeper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Writing is the sunlight that burns with our souls. This poem is both bright and deep!