A-n early break of dawn
N-ever fails after slumber;
G-ood day's sunrise
I-s so beautiful
E-ver.
T-enth morn of December
A-ims to warm your heart;
M-aking you feel so fine,
P-ouring raindrops depart.
U-nderneath the blue sky, red beacon begins to ascend;
S-aturday's glowing gleams let the darkness end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem