R-ising sun March ninth
O-pens the warmer Thursday;
E-vening shadows disappear,
L-onely night fades away.
E-arly beacon has come,
L-ighting up the sky;
E-ach cloud becomes white,
M-ist start to pass by.
E-yes of you can behold
N-othing but the blue heaven;
T-wilight will be gone,
O-nce the dawn has broken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem