Let the words fly
Like the stars
With colorful lights
In the far above sky.
Let the sky come down
To the earth with love and
The cement the fire
In air-tight compartment.
Let the life proceed forward
With ice and enable the eyes
To watch the play.
And let there be a fresh play
Between the night and
the day, dear guy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem