When the sun disappears
and the moon dances over the dome of the sky,
in company of a million stars
a boy catches fireflies in his jars
What an romantic thought
beside him a beautiful girl
chasing him through the wind
What a trouble she is colour-skinned.
but the dark sky said
white and black are supposed to be together
and the white moon blushed,
because it knew it will be so forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely sentiment, Shiami. Thanks for sharing
Thank you very much :)