Light is disappearing in the darkness, losing it's way for a while,
taking time for a while, taking time to express it's loss, wondering
when it will recover.
Waiting for sunrise to appear, bringing a brand new day in which to
find itself once again, longing for the pursuit of longevity some-
time, possibly in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
guess what i WANT to say (but won't) about the third word in the title! ;)))))))))))))))))))))