The surrounding is dark
as dark as what life was,
Between the flower beds
on a narrow path ahead
a few moon rays drop
when I look up
I see the serene face of God
I am not alone anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when I look up I see the serene face of God I am not alone anymore - - - - - - - - and there can be no better blessing