When I arrived the city
No body was standing here
Flow air with little water
That is raining lightly
I can't see far as far
So darken, no point of light
I heard some sound
Like piping up, loudly
I look my surrounding
And i am walking with scare
I said my self to stay
On a tree and wait for Sunrise
This type of thinking on way
And finally I got my goal
Which is my home
I back home and feel good,
After a long time
Never seen that
Midnight of the city.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wait for sunrise. I like it, thanks.